That's wrong too, and must be
stopped. Mr. Minturn says a thing is never half done that hasn't a corner
in the day belonging to itself. I'll try that rule. After this, every
evening at half-past eight, I'll come up here to my room and lock the
door, and I'll pray for Bob; I'll pray as though I expected an answer,
and was going to be on the look-out for it. I won't let anything hinder
me from coming at just that time, unless it's something that I can't
help. Meantime, I'll get him a place if I can."
Edward was as straightforward as Tip had been; this point decided, he
went down-stairs to the library door, and knocked.
Mr. Minturn was alone, and busy; but he looked up as Edward entered in
answer to his "Come in."
"Well, sir, what is it?"
"Have you time for a little piece of business?"
"Always time for business; sit down. What is it about?"
"Have you found a boy yet?"
"No. Have you?"
"Yes, sir; there's a boy out home who wants to come; I've just had a
letter from him. His name is Turner--Bob Turner.
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