"I ain't goin' ter be ketched 'fore their old school begins, fer if I AM
ketched, they'll make me begin with the others, an' I ain't a goin' ter,
but after its goin' on two weeks, then I'll be safe. They won't bother
me then, an' I'll hang around the schoolhouse an' make things lively!"
He smiled as he muttered this threat, and his black eyes twinkled. Oh,
yes, he would be delighted to play any outrageous trick that might
startle both teacher and pupils.
He did not know that during all the season, those who intended that
every child in town should be educated, strove with the same vigilance
as at the beginning of the year.
"Gyp's run away!"
"Why, Harry Grafton, he's always running away from somewhere, or from
someone," said Leslie.
"Oh, that's when he's been stealing things," said Harry, "but this time
it's different. He ran away from the shanty, and I know, because I heard
his mother asking a policeman to find him, and she said he'd been gone a
week!"
"Wherever he is, he won't stay long," said Leslie, "he'll come running
home."
"Why will he?" questioned Harry. "If he's run away, it's because he's
tired of that old shanty, and I should think he would be!"
"WE'D be tired of it," said Leslie, "but he's used to it, and he'll come
back, just because it's his home."
"P'raps he will," agreed Harry, "but I wouldn't think that place would
seem like home even to Gyp!"
"I'm going up to play with Princess Polly," said Leslie, "and I'll tell
her about Gyp.
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