And the other
is--What is Bob Turner's right name, my friend?"
Edward's face flushed, his lips quivered into a little smile, then he
laughed outright.
"It would be ridiculous to call _him_ Robert!" he said, still laughing.
"Ray, here's my exercise, if you want it now."
And Ray heard no more complaints about the offending little name.
"Say, Tip, just go home with me to-night," Bob coaxed one evening, as
Edward, having been detained late at the store, was leaving just as Bob
was closing the shutters. "Mr. Ray's head is so bad you won't have any
plaguy lessons to-night to hinder you. Every single fellow in the store
but me is going to the theatre, and I am awful lonesome up there alone."
"It is a wonder you are not going too," said Edward.
"No, it ain't. I can keep a promise once in a while, I reckon. That
Ray Minturn can do anything with a fellow, and I was fool enough to
promise him that I wouldn't go. Come, go up home with me; do, that's a
good fellow!"
"No," said Edward decidedly, "I can't."
"Now, Tip Lewis, I think you're real mean; you don't never come to see me
no more than if I was in Guinea.
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