"You went without your breakfast yesterday, and ran to school, and now you come back with those things!" laughed Tanana.
"You are a dog of the teacher's team, Anvik! He can drive you." Anvik's black eyes snapped.
"He does not drive me!" cried the boy.

"He teaches me to want to learn! I have gone to school many days.

I want to learn, to learn! I can make A and B.See!" He pushed his paper with its awkwardly formed letters farther into the lamp's light.

The edge of the precious paper took fire, and with a cry of alarm, Anvik smothered his paper in the snow.
His brother laughed again.
"To-morrow will be another day," he said.

"Why should anybody learn for to-morrow ?" But the mother of the two lads stretched out her hand, and took the paper, and looked at the straggling marks.