But was the school just like this in other things ?" "O yes; only once I had a teacher who always asked us what we thought about everything.

I didn't like that." "What you thought about everything ?" said Daisy.
"Yes; every verse and question, she would say, 'What do you think about it ?' and I didn't like that, because I never thought anything." Whereat Daisy fell into a muse.

Her question recurred to her; but it was hardly likely, she felt, that her little companion could enlighten her.
Nora was a bright, lively, spirited child, with black eyes and waves of beautiful black hair; neither at rest; sportive energy and enjoyment in every motion.

Daisy was silent.
"What is supposed to be going on here ?" said a stronger voice behind them, which brought both their heads round.

It was to see another head just making its way up above the level of their platform; a head that looked strong and spirited as the voice had sounded; a head set with dark hair, and eyes that were too full of light to let you see what colour they were.