TABLES, MAKES YOU WONDER WHAT KIDS GET UP TO AT SCHOOL!
Sorry about the erratic format! Miss Nugent sat at her desk in the orphanage, her fingers beating time to the distant chanting of the children reciting their tables. There was a nice rhythm to it: a gentle adagio ma non troppo to begin with, becoming slightly more presto, and ending on a swift, rushing, descending allegro vivace. Not for her the newfangled notions of modern so-called educationists – she would just like to see them try and put their crackpot ideas into practice with the thugs and... Sign in to see full entry.