Not one of them hit him, and as he ran, he looked over his shoulder
to grin like an imp, as he shouted:

"Oh, what a shot! Ye couldn't hit the side of the house!"

That so maddened Gwen, that she forgot to run, and in the middle of
the street, stood stamping her foot, and shrieking.

Of course Gyp was delighted! If he had not frightened her, he had, at
least, the joy of seeing how angry Gwen could be. He vaulted over a
low wall, and carelessly whistling, went at high speed across the lawn,
toward the river, crossed the bridge, and, as usual, hid in the forest
beyond.

Gwen stood, where he had left her, watching him as he hurried away,
and finally disappeared.

"Horrid thing!" she cried. "How I wish I knew of something I could do
to plague him!"

Gwen was quickly angered, but her anger was never long-lived.

She turned toward home.

"_Let_ him run, if he wants to. Who cares? I don't."

Already she was humming a merry tune.

"I read a story yesterday 'bout a house that had a secret closet in
it. 'Twas a fine story, and I guess I'll tell it to the first girl I