The days at Haydock School passed with daily scoldings.
I sat there each and every one of those days in complete ignorance of what was going on or what was being said by the teacher. No one else tried to explain nor did any one care whether or not I learned English or what was being taught in the class.
A beautifull girl sat in front of me. Her name was Lolly, she was very friendly. She would turn back and say something to me and laugh, of course I did not understand her, but I reasoned that it was funny, I had to be courteous so I laughed also.
Here comes Teacher again. she shook her finger and scolded, she said something about talking, (a new word for me). From time to time Lolly continued to turn and talk to me, she did the talking and I received the scoldings.