They'll have a shocking accident one of these days.

And what on earth are all these women here for--in the middle of the day?
It's not a holiday." "I believe it's a teachers' excursion," said young Barnes absently, his eyes resting on the rows of young women in white blouses and spring hats who sat in close-packed chairs upon the deck--an eager, talkative host.
"H'm--Teachers!" The General's tone was still more pugnacious.

"Going to learn more lies about us, I suppose, that they may teach them to school-children?
I was turning over some of their school-books in a shop yesterday.

Perfectly abominable! It's monstrous what they teach the children here about what they're pleased to call their War of Independence.

All that we did was to ask them to pay something for their own protection.