We were all in the schoolroom; and first one and then another stiff-backed, new-smelling book was pushed before me, and the odour of them made me feel quite wretched, it was so different to what of late I had been accustomed. For don't, pray, think I dislike the smell of a new book--oh, no, not at all, I delight in it; but then it must be from Mudie's, or Smith's, or the Saint James's Square place, while as for these new books--one was that nasty, stupid old Miss Mangnall's "Questions," and another was Fenwick de Porquet's this, and another Fenwick de Porquet's that, and, soon after, Noehden's German Grammar, thrust before me with a grin by the Fraulein. At last, as if to drive me quite mad, as a very culmination of my miseries, I was set, with Clara Fitzacre and five more girls, to write an essay on "The tendencies towards folly of the present age." "What shall I say about it, ma'am?" I said to Miss Furness, who gave me the paper. "Say?" she exclaimed, as if quite astonished at such a question. "Why, give your own opinions upon the subject." "Oh, shouldn't I like to write an essay, and give my own opinions upon you," I said to myself; while there I sat with the sheets of paper before me, biting and indenting the penholder, without the slightest idea how to begin. I did think once of dividing the subject into three parts or heads, like Mr Saint Purre did his sermons; but there, nearly everybody I have heard in public does that, so it must be right. So I was almost determined to begin with a firstly, and then go on to a secondly, and then a thirdly; and when I felt quite determined, I wrote down the title, and under it "firstly." I allowed the whole of the first page for that head, put "secondly" at the beginning of the second page, and "thirdly" upon the next, which I meant to be the longest. Then I turned back, and wondered what I had better say, and whether either of the girls would do it for me if I offered her a shilling. "What shall I say next," I asked myself, and then corrected my question; for it ought to have been, "What shall I say first?" And then I exclaimed under my breath, "A nasty, stupid, spiteful old thing, to set me this to do, on purpose to annoy me!" just as I looked on one side and found the girl next me was nearly at the bottom of her sheet of paper, while I could do nothing but tap my white teeth with my pen. I looked on the other side, where sat Miss Patty Smith, glaring horribly down at her blank paper, nibbling the end of her pen, and smelling dreadfully of peppermint; and her forehead was all wrinkled up, as if the big atlas were upon her head, and squeezing down the skin. Just then I caught Clara's eye--for she was busy making a great deal of fuss with her blotting-paper, as if she had quite ended her task--when, upon seeing my miserable, hopeless look, she came round and sat down by me.