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She would not yet, however, let school quite overcome her

She always said "It is not a permanency, it will come to an

end" She could always see herself beyond the place, see the

time when she had left it On Sundays and on holidays, when she

ay at Cossethay or in the woods where the beech-leaves

were fallen, she could think of St Philip's Church School, and

by an effort of will put it in the picture as a dirty little

low-squatting building that made a very tiny mound under the

sky, while the great beech-woods spread immense about her, and

the afternoon was spacious and wonderful Moreover the children,

the scholars, they were insignificant little objects far away,

oh, far away And what power had they over her free soul? A

fleeting thought of theh the

beech-leaves, and they were gone But her as tense against

them all the time

All the while, they pursued her She had never had such a

passionate love of the beautiful things about her Sitting on

top of the tra, sonificent sky settling down And her breast, her

very hands, clanant al for it She al the sundown so lovely

For she was held away It was no matter how she said to

herself that school existed no more once she had left it It