"Instead of going around from one class to another as in any
sensible school, the girls stay in one room and teacher after
teacher,--I mean mistress, comes to them. I get so everlastingly
tired sitting still. Never before did I realize what a rest it was
to walk from class to class and get a chat on the way. The only
exceptions to this rule are preparation, when we sit at desks
under the eye of a monitress, and gymnasium work.

"Marjorie, when I first beheld that gymnasium teacher, I nearly
fainted. Her molasses-colored hair was frizzed hard in front and
pinned in a round bun at the back of her head. She had on tight-
fitting knee trousers, not bloomers, believe me. Over these she
wore a white sweater of a very fancy weave. Over this was a weird
tunic of alpaca with two box-plaits in front and three in back.
This fell an inch or so below her knees, and every time she bent
over or stretched up, those queer tight trousers showed. Her shoes
were ordinary ones with heels. The girls wear either their usual
frocks or an arrangement like this. I can tell you my pretty brown
gym suit was the event of the day when I appeared in it.

"Everybody wears slippers at school, puts them on when she first
comes and no wonder, because the English shoes are the worst-
looking and clumsiest things ever invented by man. Edith's feet
look twice as big in her boots as in slippers. You'd think by
their appearance that English feet were a different shape from
ours, but they are not; it is only the shoes. They make them so
thick and stout that they last for years. Edith was plainly
shocked when I told her I had a new pair every few months. She
thinks mine suitable only for the house. Well, I will admit that
English girls can out-walk me.