gip

I glanced at Gip, but Gip was looking at a magic rocking-horse.

Gip made no answer, but his grip tightened on my finger, and so we came into the shop.

"Now," said the shopman, and in a moment Gip had made them all alive again.

I said, "How would you like your soldiers to come alive, Gip, and march about by themselves?"