He had earned, among other things in the school, the name of hardly ever speaking the truth; and now he must suffer for it.

So he stood still and received the swift, hard blows of the ruler on his hands; stood without a tear or a promise.

Mr.Burrows had not a doubt of his guilt, for had not Ellis Holbrook, whose word was law in the school, said he saw the mischief done?
and did not Tip always deny all knowledge of such matters until made to own them?
Still, this time the boy resolutely refused to confess that he had thrown a bit of paper that day, and went back to his seat with smarting hands and the stern words of his teacher ringing in his ears.
What a heavy, bitter heart the poor boy carried out from the schoolroom that afternoon, he felt as though he almost hated every scholar there,--_quite_ hated Ellis Holbrook.
Mr.Burrows, catching a glimpse of his face, said to one of the other teachers, "That boy grows sullen; with all the rest, his good-nature was the only good thing which he had about him, and he is losing that." Tip heard him, and felt that it was true.

He had been punished many a time before, and taken it with the most provoking good humour.

But to-day it was different; to-day, for the first time in his life, he had received a punishment which he did not deserve; this day of all others, in which he had tried with all his heart to do right! "Why didn't you hold on, you simpleton ?" Bob asked.