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Tekst 1.
THE JOB
War was declared at eleven-fifteen and Mary North signed up at noon. She did it hurriedly at lunch, before telegrams came, in case her mother said no. When she reached London, she went straight to the War Office. The ink was still fresh on the map they issued her. She rushed across town to her post, desperate not to miss a minute of the war. Any moment now it would start – this dreaded and wonderful thing – and it could never be won without her. The morning rush matched her mood. In London, thousands of young women were hurrying to their new positions, on orders from Whitehall, and Mary joined gladly the great flow of the willing.
The War Office had given no further details, and that was a good sign. They might make her an attaché to a general’s staff. It was even rumoured that they needed spies, which was most appealing. Mary stopped a cab and showed her map to the driver. He held it at arm’s length and looked at the red cross that marked where she was to report.
“This big building, in Hawley Street?”
“Yes,” said Mary.
“It’s Hawley Street School, isn’t it?”
“I shouldn’t think so. I’m to report for war work, you see.”
“Oh. Only I don’t know what else it could be around there but the school. The rest is just
houses.”
Mary opened her mouth to argue, then stopped. Because, of course, they didn’t have a glittering tower labelled MINISTRY OF WILD INTRIGUE. Naturally they would have her report somewhere insignificant. How silly of me to chatter on like this, she thought.
“Right then,” she said. “I expect I am to be made a schoolmistress.”
The man nodded. “Makes sense, doesn’t it? Half the schoolmasters in London must be joining up for the war.”
“Then, let’s hope the cane proves effective against the enemy’s tanks.”
Arriving at the school, Mary felt observed. She was careful to adopt the expression of an ordinary young woman for whom the prospect of work as a schoolteacher would be thrilling.
This was her first test, after all.
She found the headmistress’s office and introduced herself. Miss Vine nodded but wouldn’t look up from her desk.
“North,” said Mary again.
“Yes, I heard you quite well. You are to take Kestrel Class. Begin with the register. Read it and learn the students’ names.”
“Very good,” said Mary.
“Have you taught before?”
“No,” said Mary, “but I can’t imagine there’s much to it.”
“Your imagination is not on the syllabus. Be firm, organized, give no liberties, and do not underestimate the importance of the child forming letters properly. As the hand, the mind.”
Mary felt that the “headmistress” was overdoing it and decided to mention it to the woman’s superior, once she discovered who it was. Although in mitigation, the woman’s attention to detail was impressive. Here were pots of sharpened pencils, tins of drawing pins and a tidy stack of hymnbooks standing neatly on her desk.
adapted from Everyone Brave is Forgiven by Chris Cleave
