"Mother," said little Alice Minturn, "why does father have Edward board
here, and sit at the table with us?"
"Because, Alice, your father wants to help him in every way; your uncle
Minturn thinks he is an unusually good, smart boy."
"I think so too," said Alice, and was satisfied.
And Tip Lewis was Tip no longer; no one knew him by that name; every one
there said "Edward," save the store clerks, and they called him "Ed."
He had a queer feeling sometimes that he was somebody else, and that Tip
Lewis, whom he used to know so well, would be very much astonished if he
could see him now.
He went into Sabbath school, and became a member of Mr. Minturn's Bible
class; but teachers were scarce, and before he had been there three weeks
Mr. Minturn sent him to take charge of a class of very little boys, who
called him "Mr. Lewis," and made him feel strange and tall. He began to
realize that he was almost sixteen years old, and growing very fast.
He was leading a very busy life now-a-days; at work all day, in and for
the store, and in the evening doing all he could with his books.
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