I have been thinking about it and I know you will appreciate what I have to say, and I know you can do it.

Now listen." Whereupon the mother went on to explain quite graphically a process of pretense--good, wholesome pretense.
To any one who has no imagination this would not or could not appeal.
To the young woman of whom I write it not only appealed heartily, but she tried it and made it work.

It was simply that she should play that she had commenced her vacation and was going to school to amuse herself.
As, for instance, she would say to herself, and believe it: "Isn't it good that I can have a vacation and a rest.

What shall I do to get all I can out of it?
"I think I will go and see what they are doing in the grammar school.
Maybe when I get there it will amuse me to teach some of the children.
It is always interesting to see how children are going to take what you say to them and to see the different ways in which they recite their lessons." By the time she got to school she was very much cheered.

Looking up she said to herself: "This must be the building." She had been in it every school day for five years past, but through the process of her little game it looked quite new and strange now.
She went in the door and when the children said "good morning," and some of them seemed glad to see her, she said to herself: "Why, they seem to know me; I wonder how that happens ?" Occasionally she was so much amused at her own consistency in keeping up the game that she nearly laughed outright.