CHAPTER II.
"But other fell into good ground, and brought forth fruit." Tip Lewis yawned and stretched, and finally opened his eyes rather late on Monday morning.
"Oh, bother!" he said, with another yawn, when he saw how the sun was pouring into the room; "I suppose a fellow has got to get up.

I wish getting up wasn't such hard work,--spoils all the fun of going to bed; but then the old cat will be to pay, if I don't get around soon." And with this he rolled out; and when he was dressed, which was in a very few minutes after he tumbled out of his ragged bed, he was the self-same Tip who had been at the bottom of most of the mischief in Miss Perry's class the day before,--the very same, from the curly hair, not yet combed nor likely to be, down to the bare, soiled feet.
The bed which he had just left, so far as neatness was concerned, looked very much like Tip, and the room looked like the bed; and they all looked about as badly as dust and rags and poverty could make them look.
After running his fingers through his hair, by way of finishing his toilet, Tip made his way down the rickety stairs to the kitchen.
It seemed as though that kitchen was just calculated to make a boy feel cross.

The table stood against the wall on its three legs, the tablecloth was daubed with molasses and stained with gravy; a plate, with something in it which looked like melted lard, but which Tip's mother called butter, and a half loaf of bread, were the only eatable articles as yet on the table; and around these the flies had gathered in such numbers, that it almost seemed as though they might carry the loaf away entirely, if too many of them didn't drown themselves in the butter.

Over all the July sun poured in its rays from the eastern window, the only one in the room.
Tip stumbled over his father's boots, and made his way to the stove, where his mother was bending over a spider of sizzling pork.
"Well," she said, as he came near, "did you get up for all day?
I'd be ashamed--great boy like you--to lie in bed till this time of day, and let your mother split wood and bring water to cook your breakfast with." "You cooked, a little for you, too, didn't you ?" asked Tip, in a saucy, good-natured tone.

"Where's father ?" "Just where you have been all day so far,--in bed and asleep.