A new teacher had come to the public school, a sweet-faced, pleasant-toned young lady, whom Timoteo was ready to obey devotedly from the first time she smiled on the school.

Timoteo did want to learn to be somebody! He looked with admiration on the Americans boys' clothes and on an especial blue necktie that Herbert Page wore.

Timoteo wondered how it would seem to have a father who worked and who provided his family with plenty to wear.

The lad Timoteo meant to be like one of the Americans when he grew up.

He would work, instead of lounging about the streets all day, smoking "cigarros." But alas! That day he had overheard some of the American boy scholars talking to the teacher about the Spanish ones.
"There's Timoteo," he overheard Herbert Page say.