Gyp was now very happy. He was doing good work at school, he had won
the respect of teacher and pupils.

Now Aunt Judith was interested in him, Captain Atherton believed in
him, and oh, pleasant promise, the kindly captain would prove his faith
by employing him!

"Folks in Avondale will have to think I'm something more decent than
a gypsy!" he said.

* * * * * * * *

The days were growing longer, the warm sun had chased away the last
bit of ice, and now the fields were green, and the trees and shrubs
were showing fine foliage.

In the gardens the early blossoms made soft color that told how soon
the summer would appear.

Princess Polly sat waiting for Rose, and Sprite.

The soft breeze stirred the leaves, making them rustle as if they were
whispering to each other the great news that summer would soon reach
Avondale.

Polly turned to look toward the avenue. They were not in sight.

"I might walk over to call for them," she thought.