Then there was the summer term, and we swotted more than ever; and it was boiling hot, and masters' tempers got short and sharp, and the girls used to wish the exams came in cold weather.

I can't think why they don't.

But I suppose schools don't think of sensible thinks like that.

They teach botany at girls' schools.
Then the Midsummer holidays came, and we breathed again--but only for a few days.

We began to feel as if we had forgotten something, and did not know what it was.