He couldn't have had a very good time; his father was a drunkard.

I wish I knew just about what kind of a fellow he was; he turned right square round after that man talked to him.

Now he is a minister; I suppose lots of people like him.

It must be kind of nice, the whole of it.

I would like to be somebody, as true as I live, I would.
I'd like to have the people say, 'There goes Tip Lewis; he's the best boy in town.' Bless me! that would be funny; I don't believe they could ever say it; they are so used to calling me the worst, they couldn't help it.
What if I should reform?
I declare I don't know but I will." And Tip rolled over on his back, and looked up into the blue, cloudless sky; lying there, he certainly had some of the most sober thoughts, perhaps the only really sober ones he had ever known in his life.