CHAPTER VIII
GYP'S AMBITION
Gyp sauntered along on the way to school, a thoughtful expression making his face less reckless than usual.
"Looks 's if 'twould pay ter be decent," he said, half aloud.
He was very quiet, and the teacher questioned if he were planning mischief. The little pupils watched him, and wondered when his restlessness would begin.
His teacher wondered, too, but Gyp kept his eyes on his book, and appeared not to know that he was being watched.
For the first time since he had been forced to attend school, he had a perfect spelling lesson.
He stumbled over every long word in the reading lesson, however, and the problems in arithmetic puzzled him completely.
If the arithmetic had seemed easier he might not have appealed so promptly to Aunt Judith for aid, but the young teacher was unable to make it clear to him, and when evening came, he raced across the fields, his book under his arm, and tapped at her door.
"Ah, you've come, Gyp!" she said, smiling at him encouragingly, "I hoped you would."