She tossed the slice of bread at Tip, and as she did so, said,-- "There! take that and be off.

Don't let me see a sight of your face again to-day.

March this instant, or you will wish you had!" And in the midst of the din, while his mother looked after the pork, which had seized this occasion for burning fast to the spider, Tip managed to spread his slice of bread, find his hat, and make good his escape from the comfortless home.
There was an hour yet to school-time; or, for the matter of that, he might have the whole day.

Tip went to school, or let it alone, just as he pleased.

He made his way straight to his favourite spot, the broad, deep pond, and laid himself down on its grassy bank to chat with the fishes.
"My!" he said; "how nice they look whisking about.