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And still, she hated school Still she cried, she did not

believe in it Why should the children learn, and why should she

teach the the wind What folly was

it thatof some stupid,

factitious duty? It was all so raisters--it was all a barren nothing!

Why should she give her allegiance to this world, and let it

so do,

sap-filled life was turned into nothing? She was not going to do

it She was not going to be a prisoner in the dry, tyrannical

to care about it What did it

matter if her class did ever so badly in the quarterly

examination Let it--what did it matter?

Nevertheless, when the time came, and the report on her class

was bad, she was miserable, and the joy of the suloom She could not really

escape from this world of system and work, out into her fields

where she was happy She nized hts there It was

more important to her than fields and sun and poetry, at this

time But she was only the ht, during the long

hours of intermission in the summer holidays, to be herself, her

happy self that enjoyed so much to lie in the sun, to play and