WHO PUT IT IN?
On Monday Joy went to school.

Gypsy had been somewhat astonished, a little hurt, and a little angry, at hearing her say, one day, that she "didn't think it was a fit place for her to go--a high school where all the poor people went." But, fit or not, it was the only school to be had, and Joy must go.
Perhaps, on some accounts, Mrs.Breynton would have preferred sending the children to a private school; but the only one in town, and the one which Gypsy had attended until this term, was broken up by the marriage of the teacher, so she had no choice in the matter.

The boys at the high school were, some of them, rude, but the girls for the most part were quiet, well-behaved, and lady-like, and the instruction was undoubtedly vastly superior to that of a smaller school.

As Gypsy said, "you had to put into it and study like everything, or else she gave you a horrid old black mark, and then you felt nice when it was read aloud at examination, didn't you ?" "I wouldn't care," said Joy.
"Why, Joyce Miranda Breynton!" said Gypsy.

But Joy declared she wouldn't, and it was very soon evident that she didn't.