"Especially when he trips you, the minister's son, up, about twisting the Bible."
Ellis's face glowed, but he was an honest boy. "He was right enough about that," he said promptly; "my father says it's wrong. But, if it will do you any good to know it, I haven't liked Tip so well since."
"Say, Tip," said Will Bailey, hailing him at recess, "come here and give an account of yourself. They say you turned parson last night; did you?"
"No," said Tip, with the greatest good humour, "I didn't."
"Didn't you speak in meeting?"
A quiet gravity spread itself over Tip's face. "I prayed in meeting," he answered soberly.
"Oh, well, what did you pray for? Come, let's know."
"I prayed for you." Tip spoke with quiet dignity.
"Humph! Now, that's clever, certainly. Much obliged."
And Will said no more.