"Yes, sir." Tip could not give very long answers that evening.
"Why were you so quiet to-night in prayer-meeting?"
"Because," said Tip, speaking low, "I was ashamed to say anything before
you or Mr. Burrows or the boys, after what happened today."
"More ashamed with us than you were with God?"
"Yes, sir, I was; because God knows all about it,--just how sorry I am,
and how He has forgiven me, and is going to help me; and you didn't
know that."
Again Mr. Holbrook was thankful.
"How about to-morrow, Edward?" he asked at last.
And this time Tip's answer was very low: I don't know; I don't know
what to do."
"If you knew what was right to do, would you _do_ it?"
"I'm pretty sure I'd _try_ to, sir."
"Well, did you honour or dishonour Christ to-day?"
Tip's answer was in a more timid tone than he often spoke:
"I dishonoured Him."
"Do the boys know that you are very sorry, and have asked God to
forgive you?"
"No, sir; they don't know anything about it."
"Don't you think, for the honour of Christ, they ought to?"
"I suppose so.
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