Friday
Fine, cloudy, a smell of spring
in the air. Am enjoying this house. Food excellent. Miss Brewer a delightful girl, an excellently
witty talker.
Busy all day on Museum
chores. Tonight to Arts Club. Called for Jessie Swift, and took her along,
going through the dark damp park, a place where she most rightly said she would
not like to go alone.
Arts Club quite amusing, did a
little drawing. Left at 10. Old Market full of drunks. Went into Swifts for 10 minutes, but Jessie so
obviously longing for bed, soon retired to my own. Miss Quail, the mistress of the Grammar
School Preparatory, was talking at the Arts Club about a new school for which
she has applied. (The “Pie” will shortly
be closed under the new Education Act).
This other school is (I think) at Leicester, and one feature of its
organisation is that every pupil has a “dossier” of her life at the school,
from which no personal detail is omitted – peculiarities of dress or behaviour,
every single detail. This follows the
child all through the school. What
happens to it then is not recorded.
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