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IT was a dull autumn day and Jill Pole was crying behind the gym.
She was crying because they had been bullying her. This is not going to be a school story，so I shall say as little as possible about Jill’s school，which is not a pleasant subject. It was“co-educational”，a school for both boys and girls，what used to be called a“mixed”school；some said it was not nearly so mixed as the minds of the people who ran it. These people had the idea that boys and girls should be allowed to do what they liked. And unfortunately what ten or fifteen of the biggest boys and girls liked best was bullying the others. All sorts of things，horrid things， went on which at an ordinary school would have been found out and stopped in half a term；but at this school they weren’t. Or even if they were，the people who did them were not expelled or punished. The head said they were interesting psychological cases and sent for them and talked to them for hours. And if you knew the right sort of things to say to the head，the main result was that you became rather a favourite than otherwise.
That was why Jill Pole was crying on that dull autumn day on the damp little path which runs between the back of the gym and the shrubbery. And she hadn’t nearly finished her cry when a boy came round the corner of the gym whistling，with his hands in his pockets. He nearly ran into her.
“Can’t you look where you’re going ？”said Jill Pole.
“All right,”said the boy，“you needn’t start—”and then he noticed her face. “I say，Pole, ”he said，“what’s up ？”
Jill only made faces，the sort you make when you’re trying to say something but find that if you speak you’ll start crying again.
“It’s them，I suppose—as usual，”said the boy grimly， digging his hands farther into his pockets.
Jill nodded. There was no need for her to say anything，even if she could have said it. They both knew.
“Now，look here,”said the boy，“there’s no good us all—”
He meant well，but he did talk rather like someone beginning a lecture. Jill suddenly flew into a temper（which is quite a likely thing to happen if you have been interrupted in a cry）.
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