The Not Quite English Teacher Eliza Jane Goes

Ella didn"t quite know when being a Not Quite English teacher had begun. Maybe, being a Scot, teaching Scots pupils, many of whom didn"t want to be posh, was the beginning. Or could it have been her arrival at a secondary school for the cream of Kenya"s girls, who desperately wanted to be posh? Perhaps it had been the day when Rick and she had bumped into a character walking along Piccadilly wearing a sandwich board advertising English lessons for foreigners. Or was this the moment? There she was, hidden at the back of the classroom, an exquisite little doll of a girl with delicate, high cheek-boned features, enormous brown eyes and shiny, nut brown skin. She was wearing a conspicuously new uniform for Year 8, the second year of secondary school, and a big smile. "Hello," Ella said after the class had settled into a task. "You must be new." "Yes." "What"s your name?" "Yes" "Ah. There"s an elephant under your chair, isn"t there?" "Yes," and the smile was even wider. Это и многое другое вы найдете в книге The Not Quite English Teacher (Eliza Jane Goes)