She retired to a secluded part of the garden and read over her latest school books.

The process landed her in the depths of despondency.
"I'll never remember anything--never!" she mourned to her family.

"To try and get all this into my head at once is like bolting a week's meals at a single go! I know a date here and there, and I've a hazy notion of French and Latin verbs, and a general impression of other subjects, but if they ask me for anything definite, such as the battles of the Wars of the Roses, or a list of the products of India, I'm done for!" "Go in for Post-Impressionism, then," suggested Percy.

"Write from a romantic standpoint, and don't condescend to mere facts.

Stick in a quotation or two, and a drawing if possible, and make your paper sound eloquent and dramatic and poetical, and all the rest of it.