‘Hatton told us to do it, but we took no notice.’ ‘Then you had better do it now. The room is not in a suitable state for lessons.’ The pupils exchanged a glance over this unforeseen attitude. ‘Why don’t you do it?’ said Gavin, in a just audible tone. ‘I did not make the room untidy.’ Honor kicked some toys towards a cupboard, and Gavin idly seconded her. Both had an air of putting no value on the objects that had engaged them. ‘Why were you playing with the toys, if you do not care about them?’ said Miss Pilbeam. ‘We didn’t say we didn’t,’ said Gavin. ‘We have nothing else to play with,’ said Honor. ‘Will she give us some more?’ said Gavin, with a nudge to his sister. ‘I am here to help you to work, not to play. Why do you use your feet instead of your hands?’ Miss Pilbeam was a large, pale woman of twenty-seven, with rather solid features, small, honest eyes, large, white hands, a sober, reliable expression, and a smile that seemed a deliberate adaptation of her face.
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