eyes that she had ever met. He stared at her with growing fierceness.

“If I were you, Miss Brangwen,” he said, menacingly, “I should get a bit tighter hand over my class.”

Ursula shrank.

“Would you?” she asked, sweetly, yet in terror. “Aren't I strict enough?”

“Because,” he repeated, taking no notice of her, “they'll get you down if you don't tackle 'em pretty quick. They'll pull you 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.”