CHAPTER XI.
GYPSY'S OPINION OF BOSTON Just at the end of the vacation, it was suddenly announced that Miss Melville was not going to teach any more.
"How funny!" said Gypsy.

"Last term she expected to, just as much as anything.

I don't see what's the reason.

Now I shall have to go to the high school." It chanced that they were remodelling some of the rooms at the high school, and the winter term, which would otherwise have commenced in September, was delayed till the first of October.
Gypsy had jumped on all the hay-cocks, and picked all the huckleberries, and eaten all the early Davises, and gone on all the picnics that she could, and was just ready to settle down contentedly to school and study; so the news from Miss Melville was not, on the whole, very agreeable.

What to do with herself, for another long month of vacation, was more than she knew.
She wandered about the house and sat out among the clovers and swung on the gate, in a vague, indefinite sort of way, for two weeks; then one morning Mrs.Breynton read her a letter which set her eyes on fire with delight.