kin between one night and the next morning. I saw her swallow a lump

in her throat, and I looked away. Then she walked off, but like one walking toward no fixed goal, and sat down at her table — but did she really study? It seemed to me she did not, for every now and then she was asking me questions I had never supposed her thoughts could compass at such an age.

And that night I heard, from my playful, harum-scarum little one — I heard philosophy speaking with her heart and her tongue, and with her mind...

Days passed that were filled with talk of the teacher. I spent on them all an educator's effort to draw my girl away from thinking of her favorite teacher, and I began to fear obsession for her, dreading that she would waste her free hours in chatter instead of going over her lessons.

Then one day she came complain-ing of a pain in her eyes, and a film over them, and a burning when she stared. Alarmed at this, together with her father, I took her at once to an eye specialist; and there, after the doctor had asked her what he could not but ask, he brought her into the dark examination room and set before her, some meters off, a chart on which the letter M was written reversed and upright, turned to the right and to the left, in lines varying between large and small; then he began to ask her about the position of each letter, one by one, until he had finished — and I think my own breath had almost finished with him — when behold, all the letters, without a single one excepted, were inverted with a consistent order: what pointed upward she answered she saw pointing downward, and what was to the right became with her to the left, and so on!

I saw the doctor peer into her eyes from behind his electric lens; then he turned on the light, patting her shoulder and laughing, and saying:

— And now... tell me why you want to hide away these two eyes, sweet one. Is there at school some companion of yours whose spectacles please you, so that you wanted to model yourself on her?

And in a tone brimming with tears, with a surrender that walked through his ringing laughter, she answered the doctor — No, it is the teacher — it is Miss Hayfa and no one else...

And the doctor understood the well-woven ruse, and counted it in her a rare intelligence. So he did not charge the examination fee!!

And her father understood that his daughter would imitate none but certain particular people, and so forgave the white lie...

And I understood — alas — that upon the educator's shoulders

heavy loads are laid, the lightest of them this imitation that takes hold of the pupil without his consciousness attending to it or his memory being taxed by it. So I held my peace, reluctantly...

Weeks passed that were filled with talk of the teacher, in whose every movement, or turn of the head, or smile, or murmur, or flash of anger, my daughter found something that must be remarked upon; and she would interpret it all favorably — indeed she saw in it goodness, and beauty, and loftiness of noble character.

The days of examinations arrived, and Naseema sat up — with all who sat up — night after night, the more so as she wanted to make up what she had missed in the first term and to live up to the headmistress's good opinion of her,

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