There is no trace of sullen self-repression in this school.

Accustomed (as we shall presently see) to express themselves in various ways, the children cannot entertain kindly feelings without seeking some vent for them.

But whether their kindly feelings lead them to dance in a ring round their own inspector, singing "For he's a jolly good fellow," or to escort another visitor, on his departure, through the playground with their arms in his, their tact,--which is the outcome, partly of their self-forgetfulness, partly of the training which their perceptive faculties are always receiving,--is unfailing, and they never allow friendliness to degenerate into undue familiarity.
There is one other feature of the school life which I cannot pass over.

I have never been in a school in which the love of what is beautiful in Nature is so strong or so sincere as in this.

The aesthetic sense of the Utopian child has not been deliberately trained, but it has been allowed, and even encouraged, to unfold itself; and the appeal that beauty makes to the heart meets in consequence with a ready response.