Missus March - A Memoir of a Day in the Life of Miss March

For the first time in her life, she had been struck. And the disgrace in her eyes was as deep as if he had knocked her down. You will now stand on the platform till recess, said mister davis. Resolved to do the thing thoroughly, since he had begun, that was dreadful. A bitter sense of wrong and the t of jenny snow helped her to bear it. She stood there so motionless and white that the girls found it hard to study with that pathetic figure before them. The 15 minutes seemed an hour, but they came to an end at last, and the word recess had never seemed so welcome to her before.