dunno　about　terrible。〃

〃I　do　feel　frightened；〃　said　Ursula。　〃The　children　seem

so〃

〃What？〃　said　Miss　Harby；　entering　at　that　moment。

〃Why；〃　said　Ursula；　〃Mr。　Brunt　says　I　ought　to　tackle　my

class；〃　and　she　laughed　uneasily。

〃Oh；　you　have　to　keep　order　if　you　want　to　teach；〃　said　Miss

Harby；　hard；　superior；　trite。

Ursula　did　not　answer。　She　felt　non　valid　before　them。

〃If　you　want　to　be　let　to　live；　you　have；〃　said　Mr。

Brunt。

〃Well；　if　you　can't　keep　order；　what　good　are　you？〃　said　Miss

Harby。

〃An'　you've　got　to　do　it　by　yourself；〃……his　voice　rose

like　the　bitter　cry　of　the　prophets。　〃You'll　get　no　help

from　anybody。〃

〃Oh；　indeed！〃　said　Miss　Harby。　〃Some　people　can't　be　helped。〃

And　she　departed。

The　air　of　hostility　and　disintegration；　of　wills　working　in

antagonistic　subordination；　was　hideous。　Mr。　Brunt；　subordinate；

afraid；　acid　with　shame；　frightened　her。　Ursula　wanted　to　run。

She　only　wanted　to　clear　out；　not　to　understand。

Then　Miss　Schofield　came　in；　and　with　her　another；　more

restful　note。　Ursula　at　once　turned　for　confirmation　to　the

newer。　Maggie　remained　personal　within　all　this　unclean

system　of　authority。

〃Is　the　big　Anderson　here？〃　she　asked　of　Mr。　Brunt。　And　they

spoke　of　some　affair　about　two　scholars；　coldly；　officially。

Miss　Schofield　took　her　brown　dish；　and　Ursula　followed　with

her　own。　The　cloth　was　laid　in　the　pleasant　Standard　Three　room；

there　was　a　jar　with　two　or　three　monthly　roses　on　the

table。

〃It　is　so　nice　in　here；　you　have　made　it　different；〃

said　Ursula　gaily。　But　she　was　afraid。　The　atmosphere　of　the