Part 4 (1/2)

Mac's infantto an attack of influenza, and he gladly accepted my offer to take her place

Half-an-hour afteron Most of the infants were swar over me, and Mac frowned At his frown they all crept back silently to their seats

”You seerowled

It hadn't struck me before, but it is a fact; I do deo I entered a Montessori school, and I spoke not one word

In five lected in theover uilty for I feared that if Montessori herself were to walk in she would be indignant I cannot explain why I affect kiddies in this way

It may be that intuitively they know that I do not inspire fear or respect; it nise the baby in ift

I think Miss Martin the infant ood teacher Her infants do not fear her, and I am sure they love her The only person they fear is Mac, poor dear old Mac, the most lovable soul in the world He tries hard to show his love for the infants but sorim head-master who leathers Tom Murray I sent wee Mary Smith into Mac's room to fetch some chalk to-day, and she wept and feared to enter Occasionally, I believe, Mac will enter the rooive hiood soul like Mac can do it

I have an unlovely story of a board school An infant , and in her deliriuain and strap her dear, wee infants It is a true story, and it is theindictment of board school education anyone could wish for She was a good woht terror to her on her deathbed, what terrors are suchin poor wee infants? The men who beat children are exactly in the position of the men who stoned Jesus Christ; they know not what they do, nor do they knohy they do it

There was a stranger in Dauvit's shop when I entered to-day, a seedy-looking whiskered enteel would be the Scots description of him

Dauvit asked er became interested at once

”Ah,” he said, ”you're froreat place, a wonderful place!”

I nodded assent

”Man,” he continued, ”yon's the place for sichts! Could anything beat the procession at the Lord Mayor's show, eh?”

I meekly admitted that I had never seen the Lord Mayor's show, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise

”But I'll tell ye what's just as good,Parliament Man, yon's a sicht, isn't it?”

”I--er--I haven't had the opportunity of seeing it,” I said

He looked more surprised than ever

”But,London fire Man, to see the way the fireo up the ladders like monkeys

Yon's a sicht for sair een!”

”I never had the luck to see a fire in London,” I said hesitatingly

”When were you last in town?”