Hercryinghorrified，terrified，anddisgustedhim。Itwasallsodreary，thehorribleweatheroutside，thebeginningofacoldinhishead，theschoolroomfirealmostout，everyone’sbadtemper，includinghisown，andthissuddenhorriblejumping-to-lifeofagrown-uphumanbeing。She，meanwhile，wastoodeeplyinvolvednowinthewatersofherafflictiontocareverydeeplywhosawherorwhatanyonesaidtoher。Shedidfeeldimlythatsheoughtnottobecryinginfrontofasmallboyofeightyearsold，andthatitwouldbebettertohideherselfinherbedroom，butshedidnotmind——sheCOULDnotmind——herneuralgiawastoobad。
“It’stheneuralgiainmyhead，“shesaidinamuffledconfusedvoice。Thathecouldunderstand。Healsohadpainsinhishead。Hedrewclosertoher，flingingalongingbackwardlookatthedoor。
Shewentoninconvulsedtones：
“It’sthepain——awakeallnight，andthelessons。Ican’tmakethemattend；theylearnnothing。They’renotafraidofme——theyhateme。
I’veneverreallyknownchildrenbefore——“