Kitty had not been having a very good time: she had the misfortune to fall into the hands of a teacher who thought if she asked the questions in the question-book, and if one scholar could not answer, passed on to the next, she had done her duty. So the singing was pretty nearly all Kitty had cared for. God was leaving most of the work for Tip to do, after all. He went over to her now, and walked down the road with her. The boys had all gone, as well as the girls, so there was nothing to hinder their walking on quietly together. "How did you like it, Kitty?" he asked. "Oh, I didn't think much of it. I sat by the ugliest girl in town, and she made fun of my bonnet and my shoes. I _hate_ her." Tip had a faint notion in his heart that Kitty also needed the verse which had just been given him; but he had other thoughts about her. God's Spirit was at work. Having taken her to Sabbath school, having begun a good work, he wanted it to go on. It was very hard to speak to Kitty; he didn't know what to say; but all the way down the hill there seemed to ring in his ears the message, "Freely ye have received, freely give." "Kitty," he said at last, "don't you want to be a Christian?" "I don't know what a Christian is." "But wouldn't you like to love Jesus?" "How do I know?" replied Kitty shortly. "I don't know anything about Jesus." "Oh, didn't you hear, in the lesson to-day, about how He loves everybody, and wants everybody to love Him, and how He died so we could?" "I don't know a thing about the lesson. I counted the buttons on Miss Harley's dress most all the time; they went up and down the front, and up and down the sides, and everywhere." "Oh, but, Kitty, you surely heard the hymn,-- 'Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible tells me so.'" "Yes," Kitty said; "the hymn was pretty enough, only nobody gave me a book, and I could just hear a word now and then." Altogether, Tip didn't feel that he had done Kitty a bit of good. But he knew this much, that, since he had begun to think about and talk to her, he longed--yes, _longed_--with all his heart to have her come to Christ. * * * * * "Ellis, come here a moment," said Mr. Holbrook, turning towards his study door, as the family came in from church. "What is it about this trouble in school with Edward Lewis?" "No trouble, father; only Tip threw a paper ball, just as he always _is_ doing, and, as Mr. Burrows asked me if I knew who threw it, of course I had to tell him, and that made Tip mad. Why? Has he been complaining to you, father?" "Ellis, did you see Edward throw paper?" "Yes, sir." "Are you positive?" "Yes--why--that is--I glanced up from my book just in time to see it whiz, and it came from Tip's direction, and his hand was raised, so I supposed of course he threw it. I thought a minute ago that I knew he did." "But now you would not say positively that some boy near him might not have done it?"