very neat and nicely dressed in his sailor blouse。 He glanced at
Ursula with a half…smile: cunning; subdued; ready to do as she
told him。 There was something about him that made her shiver。
She loathed the idea of having laid hands on him。 His elder
brother was standing outside the gate at playtime; a youth of
about fifteen; tall and thin and pale。 He raised his hat; almost
like a gentleman。 But there was something subdued; insidious
about him too。
〃Who is it?〃 said Ursula。
〃Its the big Williams;〃 said Violet Harby roughly。
〃She was here yesterday; wasnt she?〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Its no good her ing……her characters not good
enough for her to make any trouble。〃
Ursula shrank from the brutality and the scandal。 But it had
some vague; horrid fascination。 How sordid everything seemed!
She felt sorry for the queer woman with the lingering walk; and
those queer; insidious boys。 The Williams in her class was wrong
somewhere。 How nasty it was altogether。
So the battle went on till her heart was sick。 She had
several more boys to subjugate before she could establish
herself。 And Mr。 Harby hated her almost as if she were a man。
She knew now that nothing but a thrashing would settle some of
the big louts who wanted to play cat and mouse with her。 Mr。
Harby would not give them the thrashing if he could help it。 For
he hated the teacher; the stuck…up; insolent high…school miss
with her independence。
〃Now; Wright; what have you done this time?〃 he would say
genially to the boy who was sent to him from Standard Five for
punishment。 And he left the lad standing; lounging; wasting his
time。
So that Ursula would appeal no more to the headmaster; but;
when she was driven wild; she seized her cane; and slashed the
boy who was insolent to her; over head and ears and hands。 And
at length they were afraid of her; she had them in order。
But she had paid a great price out of her own soul; to do