"Would they _let_ me?"
"_Make_ them do it, Gyp. You're smart enough. Come! What do you say?
Let's try," Aunt Judith said.
"I'll do it," he said, "and if you help me, maybe I can get out of
that class. They laugh at me, and it makes me mad to be called 'baby.'"
"Come over here with your books Saturday evening, and we'll see what
we two can do," was the earnest reply.
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.
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