It says, 'Don't go near
them,'--says it over and over again; and I'll mind it, I will. I'll take
these tickets right back to Mr. Dewey, so they won't be here to put me in
mind of going."
No sooner said than done; he turned around and fairly galloped up the
hill, around the corner, and landed nearly breathless at the market.
"Here, Mr. Dewey," he said promptly, "I've brought back your tickets; I
don't want 'em this time."
"What's up now?" asked Mr. Dewey, coming out from behind his desk, and
eyeing the panting boy curiously. "Won't the tickets pass?"
"Not if they wait till I pass 'em," answered Tip in his prompt, saucy
way. "I ain't going to the circus, not an _inch_," he added, as if to
assure himself that he meant it.
"But why not?"
"Oh, I've got reasons."
"Well, now, Tip," said Mr. Dewey, "that's really astonishing! Suppose you
give us a few of your reasons. We don't know what to make of this."
Tip didn't know what to say; he hesitated and thought, and finally did
the best thing he _could_,--spoke out boldly.
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