mischief that he did. He had always felt that, being a gypsy, there
was no chance for him in any walk of life, and that, therefore, there
was simply no use to try.

Now a new light had dawned, and with it came hope, cheer, determination,
to succeed.

"I'll do it," he murmured in his sleep.

* * * * * * * *

Soon it was whispered that Gyp was working hard at school for promotion,
and when he took his place in a class higher, he held his head high,
and bravely worked at his lessons. Aunt Judith stood by him, and
Wednesday and Saturday evenings, rain or shine, he spent at her little
home, working with all his might to improve.

In the middle of the term, because of extra work that he had done under
her instruction, he was again promoted.

He was steadily "catching up" with the boys of his own age. Those boys
had now ceased to laugh at Gyp. He was winning their respect.

Sprite Seaford was another pupil who was working faithfully. She knew
that her dear father and mother had made a great sacrifice when they
had decided to live through the Fall, the Winter and, the Spring in
the old house on the shore, without the little daughter, whose face
was like sunshine, whose voice was music in the home.

There were times when Sprite was homesick, but those were the rare