It is doubtful whether Tip will ever see a prouder or happier moment than that one in which he followed the minister down the long room to his _own_ class. But when he saw the seat full of boys, his face grew crimson. At the end of the seat was Ellis Holbrook, the minister's son,--the boy who but a few days before had, he believed in his heart, told a wicked story about himself, and gained him a severe punishment. He did not feel as though he could sit beside that boy, even in Sabbath school. But Mr. Holbrook waited, and sit down he _must_. Ellis moved along to give him room, and disturbed him neither by word nor look during the lesson. But Tip's heart was full of bitterness, and he thought the pleasure of that morning gone. The lesson was of Christ and His death on the cross, and, as he listened, hard thoughts began to die out. The story was too new; it touched too near his heart not to calm the angry feelings and to interest him wonderfully. As soon as school was dismissed, Mr. Holbrook turned to him. "What disturbs you to-day, Edward?" Tip's face grew red again. "I--I--nothing much, sir." "Have you and Ellis been having trouble in school?" "He has been getting _me_ into trouble," spoke Tip boldly, finding himself caught. Mr. Holbrook sat down again. "Can you tell me about it, Edward?" "He said I threw paper balls, and Mr. Burrows whipped me; and I didn't." "Are you sure you didn't?" "Yes, sir." "Did you say so at the time?" "Over and over again, but he said he _saw_ me." "Edward, have you always spoken the truth? Is your word to be believed?" Tip's eyes fell and his lip quivered. "I've told a great many stories," he said at last, in a low, humble tone; "but this _truly_ isn't one. I'm trying to tell the truth after this, and Jesus believes what I have said this time." "So do I, Edward," answered Mr. Holbrook gently, even tenderly. "Ellis was mistaken. But I see you are angry with him; can't you get over that?" Tip shook his head. "He got me whipped for nothing, sir." "Suppose Christ should follow that rule, Edward, and forgive only those who had treated Him well; would you be forgiven to-day?" This was a new thought to Tip, and made him silent. Mr. Holbrook held out his hand for the little red Bible. "Let me show you what this lamp of yours says about the matter." And Tip's eyes presently read where the minister's finger pointed: "If ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses." "Trespasses mean sins," explained Mr. Holbrook; then he turned away. All this time Kitty had been standing waiting,--not for Tip, she didn't expect his company,--but for the stylish little girls to get fairly started on their way to church, so she could go home without having any of them look at or make fun of her.