"I declare," he said, as the meaning of those words dawned upon him, "I\'d like that! they\'ll never be too warm again. (From Chapter 2).
Just what he was going to do, or how to commence doing it, he didn\'t know; but the story, to which he had seemed not to listen at all, had crept into his heart, had commenced its work; very dimly was it working, very blindly he might grope for a while, but the seed sown had taken root.
And when at last he slowly picked himself up, turned his back upon the darting fishes, and walked towards the school-house, he had in his mind some vague notion that perhaps he would be different from that time forth.
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.
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.
I would like to be somebody, as true as I live, I would.
It must be kind of nice, the whole of it.
Now he is a minister
I suppose lots of people like him.
I wish I knew just about what kind of a fellow he was; he turned right square round after that man talked to him.
He couldn\'t have had a very good time; his father was a drunkard.
It was a pretty nice story she told us about that boy. "I declare," he said, as the meaning of those words dawned upon him, "I\'d like that! they\'ll never be too warm again
