What are you going to do?"
"When? to-night? Oh, hang around, I s'pose,--have some fun, if I can
find any."
"Fun. Is that what you're after? You come up to my house to-night at
dark, and see if you can find it there. We are going to have fireworks,
and songs, and all the fun we can."
Tip was not by any means a bashful boy, and it took a great deal to
astonish him; but this sudden invitation almost took his breath away. The
idea that Mr. Minturn had actually invited _him_, Tip Lewis, to come to
the white house!--to come near to that wonderful fountain, near enough
perhaps to feel the dash of its spray! He could have danced for joy; yet,
when Mr. Minturn said, "Well, will you come?" for the first time in his
life he was known to stammer and hesitate.
"I--I don't--know. I haven't got any clothes."
"Clothes!" repeated Mr. Minturn; "what do you call those things which
you have on?"
"I call 'em _rags_, sir," answered Tip, his embarrassment gone, and the
mischief twinkling back into his face again.
Mr. Minturn laughed, and looked down on the torn jacket and pants.
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