Gypsy didn't look unlike "cutting up" either, walking along there with her satchel swung over her left shoulder, her turban set all askew on her bright, black hair, her cheeks flushed from the jumping of fences and running of races that had been going on since she left the house, and that saucy twinkle in her eyes.

Joy was always somewhat more demure, but she looked, too, that morning, as if she were quite as ready to have a good time as any other girl.
"Do you know," said Gypsy, confidentially, as they went up the schoolhouse steps, "I feel precisely as if I should make Miss Cardrew a great deal of trouble to-day; don't you ?" "What does she do to you if you do ?" "Oh, sometimes she keeps you after school, and then again she tells Mr.
Guernsey, and then there are the bad marks.

Miss Melville--she's my old teacher that married Mr.Hallam, she was just silly enough!--well, she used to just look at you, and never open her lips, and I guess you wished you hadn't pretty quick." It was very early yet, but quite a crowd was gathered in the schoolhouse, as was the fashion on cool mornings.

The boys were stamping noisily over the desks, and grouped about the stove in No.1.No.1.

was the large room where the whole school gathered for prayer.