He found an opportunity, however, to whisper to Kip who had slipped in later with very sober face—a face that brightened at sight of him.
“It’s all right. Don’t say a word to anybody about it.”
He had a pleasant evening despite a feeling of strangeness about it, and on his homeward way muttered something to himself about “a blessed blunder.” What he told at home Kip did not know, but when the boy arrived, a little later, Bud, wide-awake and listening for his step, raised her yellow head from its pillow and called:
“Ke—ip! it all comed out right, didn’t it?”
Kip thought it had. He was sure of it afterward when he saw the friendship that from that night began between the Mitchels and “his minister.”
JIM’S TROUBLES.
BY GRANDMERE JULIE.