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Cecily — Isabelle Holland
Little Girl Lost
Elizabeth was a good teacher and she knew it. The little girls knew it too. They liked her with the instinctive liking of the young for someone they can't bully. She was a good disciplinarian and they learned from her. All except Cecily. She sat like an island that would not be absorbed, giving out gusts of emotion-injury, outrage, wild giggles, spasms of embarrassing, uncontrolled affection. Secretly, unwillingly, Elizabeth thought her hopeless. Only one person truly believed in Cecily and that was the young American Elizabeth so desperately loved.
Elizabeth was a good teacher and she knew it. The little girls knew it too. They liked her with the instinctive liking of the young for someone they can't bully. She was a good disciplinarian and they learned from her. All except Cecily. She sat like an island that would not be absorbed, giving out gusts of emotion-injury, outrage, wild giggles, spasms of embarrassing, uncontrolled affection. Secretly, unwillingly, Elizabeth thought her hopeless. Only one person truly believed in Cecily and that was the young American Elizabeth so desperately loved.