"I ain't just a boy. I'm a Gypsy boy. That's different."
"Princess Polly is always kind to her, and I know it would please her if you stopped teasing Aunt Judith," Rose said.
That was just the thing to have said!
Gyp was determined to win Polly's approval at all costs. He sprang from the low wall, and rushed off to the old shanty that his family called "home."
There he found an old basket, and rushing off into the heart of the woods, he returned with a quantity of fine shellbarks that he had gathered and hoarded. Two days before the party was to occur he obtained a flour bag, no one knew how, emptied the basket of nuts into it, filling it about three-quarters full.
Long and hard he labored over the note that he tied to the bag. Sneaking to the back door of the cottage, he dropped the bag on the upper step, gave a tremendous knock, and then raced off to the woods.
Aunt Judith was more than half afraid to open the big bag, but finally, gathering courage, she cut the string, and then peeped in.
The laboriously written note fell to the floor. She picked it up, and for a moment, stared at it in great surprise.
"Ter Missis Ant Joodith Im sory ive evir plagd yer an them nutts is 4 yor party coss I want yer ter no I meen whut i say. Arftur this I wil tri hard ter be yor frend,
"Gyp."