But you'll disinfect Bludston, and that will be a good thing." Whereupon she dragged the tearful and redolent damsel from the room.
In the hard-featured yard of the schoolhouse the children were assembled-the girls on one side, the boys on the other.

Curates and teachers hovered about the intervening space.

Almost every child wore its Sunday best.

Even the shabbiest little girls had a clean white pinafore to hide deficiencies beneath, and the untidiest little boy showed a scrubbed face.

The majority of the boys wore clean collars; some grinned over gaudy neckties.