"
"So'm I," agreed Gyp, "but don't yer tell any of the others that I
thought yer was a fairy, will yer?"
She promised faithfully, and when he had thanked her for what she had
told him, and for the promise that she had just made, he turned and,
as usual, ran off to the woods.
Sprite stood watching him as he ran, like the wind across the fields,
and even as she looked he turned, paused a moment, and waved his hand
to the little waiting figure.
Quickly she lifted hers, and returned his salute.
He stood just a second, waved his hand again, and then plunged into
the thicket.
* * * * * * * *
When he entered the old shack that he called "home," he found his
mother stirring a steaming mass that nearly filled the huge iron kettle
that stood on the rusty stove.
His small brothers and sisters formed a half circle around her, watching
every movement that helped to prepare the dinner. They were all much
younger than Gyp, and only one, a girl, was yet of school age.
"They'll be comin' after yer ter make me let ye go ter school same's
Gyp," the woman was saying, as the boy opened the door, "but I need
ye ter home this Winter ter help me, sure's my name is Gifford.
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