〃Halt!〃
There was a halt; the piano stopped。 The boys who were just
starting through the other door; pushed back。 The harsh; subdued
voice of Mr。 Brunt was heard; then the booming shout of Mr。
Harby; from far down the room:
〃Who told Standard Five girls to e in like that?〃
Ursula crimsoned。 Her girls were glancing up at her; smirking
their accusation。
〃I sent them in; Mr。 Harby;〃 she said; in a clear; struggling
voice。 There was a moment of silence。 Then Mr。 Harby roared from
the distance。
〃Go back to your places; Standard Five girls。〃
The girls glanced up at Ursula; accusing; rather jeering;
fugitive。 They pushed back。 Ursulas heart hardened with
ignominious pain。
〃Forward……march;〃 came Mr。 Brunts voice; and the girls
set off; keeping time with the ranks of boys。
Ursula faced her class; some fifty…five boys and girls; who
stood filling the ranks of the desks。 She felt utterly
nonexistent。 She had no place nor being there。 She faced the
block of children。
Down the room she heard the rapid firing of questions。 She
stood before her class not knowing what to do。 She waited
painfully。 Her block of children; fifty unknown faces; watched
her; hostile; ready to jeer。 She felt as if she were in torture
over a fire of faces。 And on every side she was naked to them。
Of unutterable length and torture the seconds went by。
Then she gathered courage。 She heard Mr。 Brunt asking
questions in mental arithmetic。 She stood near to her class; so
that her voice need not be raised too much; and faltering;
uncertain; she said:
〃Seven hats at twopence hapenny each?〃
A grin went over the faces of the class; seeing her mence。
She was red and suffering。 Then some hands shot up like blades;
and she asked for the answer。