It was so irksome to write pages of Latin or French verbs; she had to summon all her courage to make herself do it.

The last hour seemed an interminable penance.
At half-past four, twenty-one rather dispirited candidates filed from the room.
"Well, thank goodness it's over! I never want to write another word in my life.

My hand's stiff with cramp!" exclaimed the girl with the red hair-ribbon to a sympathetic audience in the passage.
"It was awful! I didn't answer half the questions.

My swastika isn't worth its salt.

I shall give it away!" mourned the owner of the mascot.
"They expected us to know so very much; we should be absolute encyclopaedias if we had all that pat off at our fingers' ends!" sighed the girl with the fair pigtail.
"How did you get on ?" Winona asked the ruddy-haired girl, who was wiping her spectacles nervously.
"Oh, I don't know.