down； and worry you； till Harby gets you shifted……that's
how it'll be。 You won't be here another six weeks〃……and he
filled his mouth with food……〃if you don't tackle 'em and
tackle 'em quick。〃
〃Oh； but〃 Ursula said； resentfully； ruefully。
The terror was deep in her。
〃Harby'll not help you。 This is what he'll do……he'll let
you go on； getting worse and worse； till either you clear out or
he clears you out。 It doesn't matter to me； except that you'll
leave a class behind you as I hope I shan't have to cope
with。〃
She heard the accusation in the man's voice； and felt
condemned。 But still； school had not yet bee a definite
reality to her。 She was shirking it。 It was reality； but it was
all outside her。 And she fought against Mr。 Brunt's
representation。 She did not want to realize。
〃Will it be so terrible？〃 she said； quivering； rather
beautiful； but with a slight touch of condescension； because she
would not betray her own trepidation。
〃Terrible？〃 said the man； turning to his potatoes again。 〃I
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
school was upon her。
〃The big room；〃 said Miss Schofield； 〃ha； it's misery to be
in it！〃
She too spoke with bitterness。 She too lived in the
ignominious position of an upper servant hated by the master
above and the class beneath。 She was； she knew； liable to attack
from either side at any minute； or from both at once； for the
authorities would listen to the plaints of parents； and both
would turn round on the mongrel authority； the teacher。
So there was a hard； bitter withholding in Maggie Schofield
even as she poured out her savoury mess of big golden beans and
brown gravy。
〃It is vegetarian hot…pot；〃 said Miss Schofield。 〃Would you
like to try it？〃
〃I should love to；〃 said Ursula。
Her own dinner seemed coarse and ugly beside this savoury；
clean dish。
〃I've never eaten vegetarian things；〃 she said。 〃But I should
think they can be good。〃
〃I'm not really a vegetarian；〃 said Maggie； 〃I don't like to
bring meat to school。〃
〃No；〃 said Ursula； 〃I don't think I do either。〃
And again her soul rang an answer to a new refinement； a new
liberty。 If all vegetarian things were as nice as this； she
would be glad to escape the slight uncleanness of meat。
〃How good！〃 she cried。
〃Yes；〃 said Miss Schofield； and she proceeded to tell her the
receipt。 The two girls passed on to talk about themselves。
Ursula told all about the High School； and about her
matriculation； bragging a little。 She felt so poor here； in this
ugly place。 Miss Schofield listened with brooding； handsome
face； rather gloomy。
〃Couldn't you have got to some better place than this？〃 she
asked at length。
〃I didn't know what it was like；〃 said Ursula；
doubtfully。
〃Ah！〃 said Miss Schofield； and she turned aside her head with
a bitter motion。
〃Is it as horrid as it seems？〃 asked Ursula； frowning
lightly； in fear。
〃It is；〃 said Miss Schofield； bitterly。 〃Ha！……it is
hateful！〃
Ursula's heart sank； seeing even Miss Schofield in the deadly
bondage。
〃It is Mr。 Harby；〃 said Maggie Schofield； breaking forth。
〃I don't think I could live again in the big
room……Mr。 Brunt's voice and Mr。
Harby……ah〃
She turned aside her head with a deep hurt。 Some things she
could not bear。
〃Is Mr。 Harby really horrid？〃 asked Ursula； venturing into
her own dread。
〃He！……why； he's just a bully；〃 said Miss Schofield；
raising her shamed dark eyes； that flamed with tortured
contempt。 〃He's not bad as long as you keep in with him； and
refer to him； and do everything in his way……but……it's
all so mean！ It's just a question of fighting on both
sides……and those great louts〃
She spoke with difficulty and with increased bitterness。 She
had evidently suffered。 Her soul was raw with ignominy。 Ursula
suffered in response。
〃But why is it so horrid？〃 she asked； helplessly。
〃You can't do anything；〃 said Miss Schofield。 〃He's
against you on one side and he sets the children against you on
the other。 The children are simply awful。 You've got to
make them do everything。 Everything； everything has got
to e out of you。 Whatever they learn； you've got to force it
into them……and that's how it is。〃
Ursula felt her heart fail inside her。 Why must she grasp all
this； why must she force learning on fifty…five reluctant
children； having all the time an ugly； rude jealousy behind her；
ready to throw her to the mercy of the herd of children； who
would like to rend her as a weaker representative of authority。
A great dread of her task possessed her。 She saw Mr。 Brunt； Miss
Harby； Miss Schofield； all the school…teachers； drudging
unwillingly at the graceless task of pelling many children
into one disciplined； mechanical set； reducing the whole set to
an automatic state of obedience and attention； and then of
manding their acceptance of various pieces of knowledge。 The
first great task was to reduce sixty children to one state of
mind； or being。 This state must be produced automatically；
through the will of the teacher； and the will of the whole
school authority； imposed upon the will of the children。 The
point was that the headmaster and the teachers should have one
will in authority； which should bring the will of the children
into accord。 But the headmaster was narrow and exclusive。 The
will of the teachers could not agree with his； their separate
wills refused to be so subordinated。 So there was a state of
anarchy； leaving the final judgment to the children themselves；
which authority should exist。
So there existed a set of separate wills； each straining
itself to the utmost to exert its own authority。 Children will
never naturally acquiesce to sitting in a class and submitting
to knowledge。 They must be pelled by a stronger； wiser will。
Against which will they must always strive to revolt。 So that
the first great effort of every teacher of a large class must be
to bring the will of the children into accordance with his own
will。 And this he can only do by an abnegation of his personal
self； and an application of a system of laws； for the purpose of
achieving a certain calculable result； the imparting of certain
knowledge。 Whereas Ursula thought she was going to bee the
first wise teacher by making the whole business personal； and
using no pulsion。 She believed entirely in her own
personality。
So that she was in a very deep mess。 In the first place she
was offering to a class a relationship which only one or two of
the children were sensitive enough to appreciate； so that the
mass were left outsiders； therefore against her。 Secondly； she
was placing herself in passive antagonism to the one fixed
authority of Mr。 Harby； so that the scholars could more safely
harry her。 She did not know； but her instinct gradually warned
her。 She was tortured by the voice of Mr。 Brunt。 On it went；
jarring； harsh； full of hate； but so monotonous； it nearly drove
her mad： always the same set； harsh monotony。 The man was bee
a mechanism working on and on and on。 But the personal man was
in subdued friction all the time。 It was horrible……all
hate！ Must she be like this？ She could feel the ghastly
necessity。 She must bee the same……put away the personal
self； bee an instrument； an abstraction； working upon a
certain material； the class； to achieve a set purpose of making
them know so much each day。 And she could not submit。 Yet
gradually she felt the invincible iron closing upon her。 The sun
was being blocked out。 Often when she went out at playtime and
saw a luminous blue sky with changing clouds； it seemed just a
fantasy； like a piece of painted scenery。 Her heart was so black
and tangled in the teaching； her personal self was shut in
prison； abolished； she was subjugate to a bad； destructive will。
How then could the sky be shining？ There was no sky； there was
no luminous atmosphere of out…of…doors。 Only the inside of the
school was real……hard； concrete； real and vicious。
She would not yet； hoe her。
She always said。 〃It is not a permanency； it will e to an
end。〃 She could always see herself beyond the place； see the
time when she had left it。 On Sundays and on holidays； when she
was away at Cossethay or in the woods where the beech…leaves
were fallen； she could think of St。 Philip's Church School； and
by an effort of will put it in the picture as a dirty little
low…squatting building that made a very tiny mound under the
sky； while the great beech…woods spread immense about her； and
the afternoon was spacious and wonderful。 Moreover the children；
the scholars； they were insignificant little objects far away；
oh； far away。 And what power had they over her free soul？ A
fleeting t