At last my eye fell on the blackboard, and that gave me an idea.

I drew a hen's beak and then a duck's, a hen's foot and then a duck's, to show them the difference.

Just then Miss Denison came in softly, and I confess I was bursting with pride and delight.
There was the blackboard with the sketches, not very good ones, it is true, the clay hen and nest and eggs, and all the children sitting quietly in their wee red chairs.

And Miss Denison said, 'How charming of you to carry out the idea of the morning so nicely! My dear little girl, you were made for this sort of thing, did you know it ?'" "Well, I should n't think you had patience enough for any sort of teaching," said Margery candidly.
"Neither did I suppose so myself, and I have n't any patience to spare, that is, for boarders, or dishes, or beds; but I love children so dearly that they never try my patience as other things do." "You have had the play side of the kindergarten, Polly, while Miss Denison had the care.

There must be a work-a-day side to it; I'm sure Miss Denison very often looks tired to death." "Of course!" cried Polly.