"You don't want to have him for your milk-man, Miss Montgomery! I don't believe they keep the milk pails any too clean at his house.

Laziness and dirt go together in these Spanish houses!" Poor Timoteo! He had hoped the teacher and her mother would take milk of him.

Miss Montgomery had almost promised to, before this, and one customer for milk made such a difference in Timoteo's home finances! "But now she never like me any more," Timoteo hopelessly forewarned himself, as he sat among the trees, his eyes yet red with crying.
"And I try, I try! I have learned wash my hands clean, when I go school.

And I try so hard learn read and write!" Timoteo sighed heavily.

He did not hate those American boys who looked so much nicer than he.