The principal of a certain school for girls had occasion to speak sharply to one of the pupils.
"Marion," he said, "you've neglected your work shamefully, and you must remain with me an hour after school."
Marion shrugged her thin little shoulders. "Well," she said, "if your wife doesn't mind it, I'm sure I don't."
In a certain public school very advanced ideas are put into practice. No pupil is ever punished in any way, for the individuality of every child is considered too sacred for repression.
One day, soon after her enrollment at this school, little Grace arrived home, her face streaked with tears and her mouth covered with blood.
"My precious! What happened?" cried her mother.
The little girl was soon pouring out her story in her mother's arms. Sammy Gates, it appeared, had struck her and knocked out two teeth.
When Grace had been kissed, comforted, and washed, her father wanted to know how the teacher had dealt with Sammy.
"She didn't do anything," said Grace.