The little red school house on the outskirts of Melville was noisy with children's voices and laughter, as they left for home after the day's work was done. Jimmy Tracy, a small, pale boy of thirteen was on of the last to leave. As he strapped up his books and threw them over his shoulder, his teacher called to him that she has some books for him. Extra reading is something Jimmy loves - but he questions whether reading means he is a sissy...