But this afternoon, as she went out, she forgot the basket entirely.
"I'll go to Mrs.Bell," soliloquized the worried schoolteacher.

"But how to explain what I can't understand! Some people would call this thing just natural depravity.

But I love these girls.

As I think back, every year, in the early summer, I've always had something of this sort of thing to puzzle over.

But the last few years it's grown worse.
The war made a difference.