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Dinner-time came, and stunned, bewildered, solitary, she went

into the teachers' rooer to life before It seee horrible state where everything

was as in hell, a condition of hard, malevolent system And she

was not really free The afternoon drew at her like soe

The first week passed in a blind confusion She did not know

how to teach, and she felt she never would know Mr Harby came

down every now and then to her class, to see what she was doing

She felt so inco, so unreal, that she wavered, beca with the

listening-genial s;

he said nothing, he , she felt she had no

soul in her body Then he went away, and his going was like a

derision The class was his class She was a wavering

substitute He thrashed and bullied, he was hated But he was

entle and always considerate of her

class, yet they belonged to Mr Harby, and they did not belong

to her Like some invincible source of the mechanism he kept all

power to himself And the class owned his power And in school