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Updated: May 3, 2025
Gypsy, trying to get up, tripped on her dress and fell, and away flew the kitten, all tangled in the apron, making for the door as fast as an energetic kitten could go. "She'll be downstairs, and maybe Miss Cardrew's there! Oh!" Joy sprang after the creature, caught her by the very tip end of her tail just as she was preparing to pounce down the stairs, and ran with her to Miss Cardrew's desk.
She hurried through her lessons in the quickest possible fashion, anyhow, so as to get through, and out to play; and limped through her recitations as well as she could. Once Gypsy saw—and she was thoroughly shocked to see—Joy peep into the leaves of her grammar when Miss Cardrew's eyes were turned the other way. Altogether, matters did not go on very comfortably.
They sat in Miss Cardrew's chair, and peeped into her desk; they ate apples and snapped peanut shells on the very platform where sat the spectacled and ogre-eyed committee on examination days; they drew all manner of pictures of funny old women without any head, and old men without any feet, on the awful blackboard, and played "tag" round the globes. Then they stopped for want of breath.
"Joy," said Gypsy, suddenly, "I've thought of something." "So have I." "To dress her——" "Up in a handkerchief." "And things." "I know it." "And put her——" "Yes! into Miss Cardrew's desk!" "Won't it be just——" "Splendid! Hurry up!" They "hurried up" in good earnest, choking down their laughter so that nobody downstairs might hear it.
So Gypsy—somewhat reluctantly, it must be confessed, for the boys seemed to be having a good time, and with boys' good times she had a most unconquerable sympathy—went up with Joy into Miss Cardrew's recitation room. Nobody was there.
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