Princess Polly's Gay Winter by Amy Brooks
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"Oo-o-o! Not now!" cried Gyp, "but to-night, if I darest ter, I'll dress up, and come." He slid down from the tall old wooden pump, gave three wild hops, and then raced off across the field toward the old shed-like building that he called home. She watched his flying figure from the doorway, and as he disappeared behind a clump of bushes, she turned, and closed the door. "Strange, wild little fellow!" she said. "I wonder if he'll come!" And when night came, she found herself listening for the sound of a quick step. At last it came, and quickly Aunt Judith opened the door. Gyp walked in very meekly, and sat on the edge of a chair seat, his old hat in his hands. His hair was painfully smooth, and he wore a bright striped shirt, an old red tie, and while his suit could hardly be called "dressy," it certainly showed that the boy had brushed it, and that he had tried to improve his appearance. At school he had learned that he must remove his hat when he entered a room, a fact that had greatly surprised him, but he had remembered it. Aunt Judith felt that she must work carefully, lest Gyp be seized with fear, and bolt for the door, and freedom. Gently she told him how, by doing his best, he would find friends who |
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