There was one thing that no one thought of until some time after the party, and it was Leslie who spoke of it, to Rose and Princess Polly.
"Only think!" she said, "Mrs. Harcourt has had three different teachers for Gwen this Winter, because Gwen has acted so that the first and second left, and Gwen said yesterday that the one they have now is to leave next Monday."
"Why _does_ she act so horrid?" said Rose.
"I"ll tell you one nice thing about Gwen," said Princess Polly, "and that is that she didn"t do one single thing at my party that wasn"t nice."
"Why, truly she didn"t!" cried Rose and Sprite together.
CHAPTER XI
UNCLE JOHN MAKES A PROMISE
Rain or shine, every Wednesday and Sat.u.r.day evening found Gyp at the table in the sitting-room at Aunt Judith"s cottage, bending over his books.
Aunt Judith, busy with a bit of needlework, looked often at the boy as he bent eagerly over his book, and marvelled that this was the same boy who less than a year ago was a trial to every owner of a garden or orchard.
A puzzled frown puckered his forehead one evening as he worked.
"What is it?" she asked. "Can I help you?"
"Maybe I"ll _have_ to let you, but I _think_ I can do it. I"d like to work it out if I can, and I"ll try _hard_ before I give up."
For a time he worked in silence, covering his slate with figures.
The clock ticked loudly on the mantel, and seemed to be trying to outdo Gyp"s busy pencil.
"Scratch! Scratch!" went the pencil, and "Tick! Tick!" chirped the little clock, and then the boy looked up, his eyes bright with excitement.
"I"ve done it, Mrs. Aunt Judith!" he cried, "I"ve done it, and it"s right! You said it was better for me to do everything that I _could_ do, by studying and working, instead of being helped."
"It is better, because you will fully understand what you have done, and you will be more likely to remember it.
"But tell me," she said, laying her hand on his shoulder, "why do you call me _Mrs._ Aunt Judith?"
He looked frankly up into her face as he answered.
"You aren"t my Aunt Judith, tho" I wish you were, so I think I ought to call you something beside the name, so I say _Mrs._ with it."
"Dear boy, you meant to be respectful," she said, "but you are such a good, hard working boy now that you shall call me "Aunt Judith" just as the other children do."
He hesitated, and she understood.
"They shall not wonder why you do. I"ll tell them that I asked you to," she said.
Without a word he picked up his books, took his old cap, and crossed the room.
Wondering that he did not speak she followed him.
At the door he turned, and looking up at her with eyes in which tears glistened he said:
"I"m going to work with all my might, and I mean to be a decent man, and _then_ I"ll do something for you,--Aunt Judith."
"Gyp, come back and let me thank you!" she cried when, after her surprise, she caught her breath, but a fit of his old shyness had come over him, and having said what was in his heart, he had at once raced off across the fields, and soon was out of sight or hearing in the dark woods.
Aunt Judith told Captain Atherton all about Gyp"s ambition, of his hard work at school, and the evenings spent at the cottage.
"He is determined to get on, and he says that he will not always live like a gypsy.
"He declares that he will be a decent man," she said, "but will not people be so prejudiced that they will not care to employ him?" she asked.
"_No_!" cried the captain, "for I will set aside any notions that they may have by employing him _myself_.
"_I_ will trust him, and this very week I"ll tell him so!"
It happened that he met the boy on his way from school.
"How go the lessons, boy?" he asked kindly.
For some reason Gyp was not afraid.
"This is Friday, and I"ve had every lesson perfect this week. I"m going over to tell Aunt Judith. _She"ll_ be glad!"
"Don"t you tell the folks at home?" queried Captain Atherton.
"They don"t care much," Gyp said with downcast eyes. Then, as if to excuse their lack of interest, he said:
"I guess they don"t understand why I"m _bound_ to study."
"_I_ understand, my boy, just why you are working so hard, and I"m proud of you! Come, and tell _me_ about the weeks like this, when things go smoothly, and come just as quickly if things, instead, go roughly. Let me help you over the hard places, Gyp, for when you are out of school _I"ll_ employ you. Now, work hard at school, knowing that when you have completed the course you"re to be employed by _me_."
"Oh, sir, I"ll work for you with all my strength," cried the grateful boy. "You _believe_ in me, you _trust_ me, and I"ll be _true_!"
"I know you will, Gyp," said Captain Atherton, almost as greatly moved as Gyp himself.
When he reached the cottage, he was almost breathless, so swiftly had he run.
He dropped upon a chair near the door, and told first of the week"s work at school, and then of the promise that Captain Atherton had made.
Neither Aunt Judith nor the genial captain knew how close was the tie that bound Gyp to be faithful to them. They had befriended him, and for that he was grateful. They believed in him, and that gave him courage to make persistent effort, but deep in his heart lay the memory of the first kind, caressing words that had ever been said to him.
"She sometimes says "Dear boy" to me, and _he_ said, "My boy,"" he would often whisper to himself.
Gyp was now very happy. He was doing good work at school, he had won the respect of teacher and pupils.