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Our Master
我们的先生
Tuesday, 18th.
星期二，18日。
My new teacher pleases me also, since this morning. While we were coming in, and when he was already seated at his post, some one of his scholars of last year every now and then peeped in at the door to salute him; they would present themselves and greet him:
从今天起，现在的先生也可爱起来了。我们进教室去的时候，先生已在位子上坐着。先生前学年教过的学生们都从门口探进头来和先生招呼。
"Good morning, Signor Teacher!" "Good morning, Signor Perboni!" Some entered, touched his hand, and ran away. It was evident that they liked him, and would have liked to return to him. He responded, "Good morning," and shook the hands which were extended to him, but he looked at no one; at every greeting his smile remained serious, with that perpendicular wrinkle on his brow, with his face turned towards the window, and staring at the roof of the house opposite and instead of being cheered by these greetings, he seemed to suffer from them. Then he surveyed us attentively, one after the other. While he was dictating, he descended and walked among the benches, and, catching sight of a boy whose face was all red with little pimples, he stopped dictating, took the lad's face between his hands and examined it; then he asked him what was the matter with him, and laid his hand on his forehead, to feel if it was hot. Meanwhile, a boy behind him got up on the bench, and began to play the marionette. The teacher turned round suddenly; the boy resumed his seat at one dash, and remained there, with head hanging, in expectation of being punished. The master placed one hand on his head and said to him:
“先生早安！”“配巴尼先生早安！”大家这样说着。其中也有走进教室来和先生匆忙地握了手就出去的。可知大家都爱慕这先生，今年也想仍请他教。先生也说着“早安！”去拉学生伸着的手，却是不看学生的脸。和他们招呼的时候，虽也现出笑容，额上皱纹一蹙，脸孔就板起来，并且把脸对着窗外，注视着对面的屋顶，好像他和学生们招呼是很苦的。完了以后，先生又把我们一一地注视，叫我们默写，自己下了讲台在桌位间巡回。看见有一个面上生着红粒的学生，就让他中止默写，两手托了他的头查看，又摸他的额，问他有没有发热。这时先生后面有一个学生乘着先生看不见，跳上椅子玩起洋娃娃来。恰好先生回过头去，那学生就急忙坐下，俯了头预备受责。先生把手按在他的头上，只说：
