第51部分(第4/7 頁)

　was；　at

school；　among　friends；　in　the　street；　in　the　train；　she

instinctively　abated　herself；　made　herself　smaller；　feigned　to

be　less　than　she　was；　for　fear　that　her　undiscovered　self　should

be　seen；　pounced　upon；　attacked　by　brutish　resentment　of　the

monplace；　the　average　Self。

She　was　fairly　safe　at　school；　now。　She　knew　how　to　take　her

place　there；　and　how　much　of　herself　to　reserve。　But　she　was

free　only　on　Sundays。　When　she　was　but　a　girl　of　fourteen；　she

began　to　feel　a　resentment　growing　against　her　in　her　own　home。

She　knew　she　was　the　disturbing　influence　there。　But　as　yet；　on

Sundays；　she　was　free；　really　free；　free　to　be　herself；　without

fear　or　misgiving。

Even　at　its　stormiest；　Sunday　was　a　blessed　day。　Ursula　woke

to　it　with　a　feeling　of　immense　relief。　She　wondered　why　her

heart　was　so　light。　Then　she　remembered　it　was　Sunday。　A

gladness　seemed　to　burst　out　around　her；　a　feeling　of　great

freedom。　The　whole　world　was　for　twenty…four　hours　revoked；　put

back。　Only　the　Sunday　world　existed。

She　loved　the　very　confusion　of　the　household。　It　was　lucky

if　the　children　slept　till　seven　o'clock。　Usually；　soon　after

six；　a　chirp　was　heard；　a　voice；　an　excited　chirrup　began；

announcing　the　creation　of　a　new　day；　there　was　a　thudding　of

quick　little　feet；　and　the　children　were　up　and　about；

scampering　in　their　shirts；　with　pink　legs　and　glistening；

flossy　hair　all　clean　from　the　Saturday's　night　bathing；　their

souls　excited　by　their　bodies'　cleanliness。

As　the　house　began　to　teem　with　rushing；　half…naked　clean

children；　one　of　the　parents　rose；　either　the　mother；　easy　and