Gyp was not afraid of muddying his shoes, because they were so shabby
that a little mud could not make them look worse. He sat on the wall
and laughed as he saw the girls try to cross the puddle without wetting
their feet.
"Oh, look at the ducks! No, geese!" he cried, adding: "Don't be 'fraid.
Water won't hurt ye!"
After the other girls had reached the sidewalk, Princess Polly came
tripping along.
She had intended to walk to school with Rose and Sprite, but Sprite,
not quite ready, had asked Polly to go along, and she would soon be
ready, and would overtake her.
Gyp saw her coming, and stopped laughing.
"_Jiminy_!" he ejaculated. "Somebody ought ter do _suthin'_!"
A second later he cried:
"Stop! Oh, stop just a minute, will ye? I'll _fix_ that puddle!"
Polly _did_ stop.
Snatching a piece of board that chanced to be lying on the ground just
over the wall, he flew to where Polly was standing, placed his tiny
plank over the puddle, and felt the greatest pride when he saw her
walk across, her dainty shoes without a spot upon them.
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