"Yes, sir, I've tried; I told God last night that I would, but I don't
much know how."
"You want a lamp, don't you?"
"A what, sir?"
"A lamp. You remember in the story the boy found dark places every
little way; then he took out his lamp, so he couldn't lose the road.
Don't you need it?"
"I want some help, but I don't know as a lamp would do me any good."
"Ah yes; the one I mean will surely help you, if you give it a chance."
Mr. Holbrook took from his pocket a small, red-covered book, and held it
up. "Do you know what book this is?" he asked.
"It's a Bible, ain't it?"
"Yes. Have you ever read in the Bible?"
"Some, at school."
"You know, then, that God told men just what to say, and they wrote it
here, so you see that makes it God's words; that is what we call it
sometimes,--the Word of God. Now, let me show you something." He turned
the leaves rapidly, then pointed with his finger to a verse; and Tip
read, "Thy word is a lamp to my feet."
"Oh," he said, with a bright look, "that is the kind of lamp you mean!"
"That is it; and, my boy, I want you to take this for your lamp.
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