Part 25 (1/2)

”Good Lord, no!” I cried ”Why should I?”

”You're on the staff,” said Ian

”Look here,” I said impatiently, ”I hereby authorise the crowd of you to call nant

”You can't criticise the staff,” said one

”Why not?” I asked, and they looked at each other in alarovernment too far

Suddenly Mary juoes! I accuse Miss Brown of favouritism”

It was a bombshell Everyone jumped up, and some cried: ”Shame!

Withdraw!” The chair to do with it,” I protested

Then bitter words flew They told me that I, as a member of the staff, should squash Mary Voices becao to its own class-rooreed with the children; they held that I acted wrongly in listening to an accusation against a colleague My argu; I had no vote, nor would I have interfered had I been a

I was quite sure that if the bell had not broken up thesomebody would have made the discovery that Miss Broas the proper person to ht that Mary insulted me they sent for ain I argued that if Miss Brown had favourites the class had a right to criticise her If she had no favourites let her arraign the class before aof the whole school and accuse the back I still think ht, for unless the staff can lay aside all dignity and beco education is not free Yet I see now that I was secretly exulting in the disco which none of us care to recognise in ourselves It is a sad fact but a true one that however much Dr A protests when a patient tells him that Dr B

is a cluratified at the criticism of his rival Psycho-analysts, that is people who are supposed to know the contents of their unconscious, are just as guilty in this respect as other doctors, and if anyone doubts this let hiian in the next street

My earliest e of seven I lived next door to a dentist, a real qualified LDS Across the street lived a quack dental surgeon When trade was dull these two used to come to their respective doors and converse with each other in the good old siers to the nose They never spoke to each other Life in a northern toas simple in these days

Helen Macdonald is four years old, and herMrs Mac has a great ad up her daughter in the way that she was brought up

”Mother made me obey and I'll make Helen obey,” she said to-day with decision

”It's dangerous,” I said

”No it isn't; it worked well enough in my case anyway”

”Don't blow your own trumpet, madam!”

She sood old way,” she said with a self-satisfied air

”Madam, shall I tell you the truth about yourself?”

She bubbled and drew her chair closer to mine

”Do!” she cried, and then added: ”But I won't believe the nasty bits”