CHAPTER ONE
BE umn day and Jill Pole was crying behe gym.
S going to be a scory, so I stle as possible about Jills sc a pleasant subject. It ;Co-educational,quot; a sc used to be called a quot;mixed”
sc nearly so mixed as t. t boys and girls so do unately en or fifteen of t boys and girls liked best s of t on opped in erm; but at t. Or even if t expelled or puniseresting psyc for talked to t sort of to say to t you became rate therwise.
t umn day on ttle pat nearly finisling, s. o her.
quot;Cant you look w; said Jill Pole.
quot;All rig; said t;you neednt start -quot; and ticed ;I say, Pole,”
;ws up?”
Jill only made faces; t you make o say somet find t if you speak youll start crying again.
quot;Its t; said to s.
Jill nodded. to say anyt.
th knew.
quot;No;theres no good us all -”
alk rature. Jill suddenly fleo a temper (o errupted in a cry).
quot;O; s;Nobody asked you to come barging in, did to start telling us you? I suppose you mean ime sucking up to ttendance on them like you do.”
quot;O; said tting do tting up again because t. unately ace Scrubb, but a bad sort.
quot;Pole!quot; ;Is t fair? term? Didnt I stand up to Carter about t? And didnt I keep t about Spivvins - under torture too? And didnt I -”
quot;I d-dont kno care,quot; sobbed Jill.
Scrubb sa s quite and very sensibly offered .
oo. Presently Jill began to see t.
quot;Im sorry