Sam Parker was studying under difficulties. His intentions were of the best; his industry, as a rule, was proof against distractions. This day, though, there was something in the very air which seemed to interfere with his work. It was a fine day, a beautiful day. The sun shone brightly; a pleasant breeze was blowing; beyond the open windows of the big assembly hall on the third floor of the high school tree tops were swaying gently. In spite of his efforts Sam’s gaze strayed to them, and lingered on them, to the sad neglect of the instructive remarks on the English paragraph, offered by the text-book lying open on his desk. Topic sentences, somehow, had lost their hold; “proofs” no longer …
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