Bob and his
friends had very nearly deserted him; there was scarcely any of their fun
in which he had time or desire to join, and the other cliques in school
had never noticed him; so he stood outside, and wondered what he should
do with himself. Howard Minturn wheeled suddenly away from the boys, and
called to him,--
"Tip, see here."
And Tip went there.
"What do you want?" he asked crossly; for some way he felt out of sorts
with that company of finely-dressed boys around the stove.
"Want you to come over to-night. It's my birthday, you know, and some of
the boys are coming to take tea, and spend the evening. Can you come?"
Tip's wide-open eyes spoke his astonishment. "What do you want of me?" he
asked at last, speaking boldly just what he thought.
"Why, I want you to come and help have a nice time," returned Howard,
with great kindness, but just a little condescension in his tone.
Tip heard it, and his bitterness showed itself a little. "It's a new
streak you've got, ain't it?" he said, still speaking crossly.
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