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every scool week, visiting teachers came on their days for special lessons.on mondays, the singing teacher blew into the room fresh from the early outdoors,singing in her high-soprano 'how do you do?' to do-sol-mi-do, and we responded in chorus from our desks, 'i'm very well' to do-sol-mi-do.miss Johnson was from the North, and she was the one who wanted us all to stop the christmas carols and see snow.The snow falling that morning outside the window was the first most of us had ever seen, and Miss Johnson threw up the window and held out wide her own black cape and caught flakes on it and ran, as fast as she could go, up and down the aisles to show us the real thing before it melted.Thusday was Miss Eyrich.she came to give us physical training.she wanted no time on nonsense.without greeting, we marched straight outside and summarily divided into teams(no choosing sides), put on the mark, and ordered to get set for a relay race.'on your mark- get set-GO'.
very composedly and very slowly, the art teacher,who visited each room on Friday, paced the aisle and looked down over your shoulder at what you were drawing for her.This was Miss Archer.coming from behinde you, her deep, resonant voice reached you without being a word at al,but a sort of purr.