"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.
Certainly the boys had never talked so much about any prayer-meeting in
their lives as they did about this one. So that was the way it commenced;
such a little fire kindled it. Tip didn't know it; he never found it out;
probably he never will, until he takes his crown in heaven. From the
humble little prayer which Tip had offered sprang the first buddings of
the great revival which God sent down to them.
"Say," said Howard Minturn to Ellis on the next Thursday evening, "let's
go over to prayer-meeting to-night. I really am dreadfully anxious to
hear Tip speak."
"No," answered Ellis, speaking hastily, more hastily than he often did to
Howard. "I'm sure I don't care in the least to hear him, and I have
enough to do without going there."
Howard was _determined_ to go, and to find company.
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