Miss Jones walked to＾school. The cold wind was blowing hard, and big tear began rolling out
the或her tears
of her eyes. She arrived at the school, opened the door and go into the classroom. It was nice and
went
warm and Miss Jones was happy. But then a small boy looked at her for a few seconds later, put
his arms on her and said kindly, “ Don’t cry, Miss. School isn’t that good.”
around bad
