He turned to me as I drew near, with eyes alight and face glowing.
"It is glorious," he almost panted.

"You see this everyday!" Then, recalling himself, he came eagerly toward me, stretching out his hand.
"You are the schoolmaster, I know.

Do you know, it's a great thing?
I wanted to be one, but I never could get the boys on.

They always got me telling them tales.

I was awfully disappointed.