I do feel like a swan among geese--I can't help it.

They make one feel so.

And I don't care what THEY think of me.

FE M'EN FICHE.' Gudrun looked up at Ursula with a queer, uncertain envy and dislike.
'Of course, the only thing to do is to despise them all--just all,' she said.
The sisters went home again, to read and talk and work, and wait for Monday, for school.

Ursula often wondered what else she waited for, besides the beginning and end of the school week, and the beginning and end of the holidays.