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翻訳機は使わないでください^^; So she said to Tammy, "Why would anyone write about school?" Tommy looked at her. "Because it's not our kind of school, stupid. This is the old kind of school that they had hundreds of years ago." He added, saying the word carefully, " Centuries ago." Margie was hurt. "Well, I don't know what kind of school they had all that time ago." She read the book over his shoulder for a while. Then she said, "Anyway, they had a teacher." "Sure they had a teacher, but it wasn't a regular teacher. It was a man." "A man? How could a man be a teacher?" "Well, he just told the boys and girls things. He gave them homework and asked them questions." "A man isn't smart enough." "Sure he is. My father knows as much as my teacher." "He can't. A man can't know as much as a teacher." "He knows almost as much, I'm sure." Margie wasn't prepared to argue. She said, "I wouldn't want a strange man in my house to teach me." Tommy laughed. 'You don't know much, Margie. The teachers didn't live in the house. They had a special building, and all the kids went there." "And all the kids learned the same thing?' "Sure, if they were the same age." "But my mother says a teacher has to be adjusted to fit the mind of each boy and girl it teaches. Each kid has to be taught in different ways." "Just the same, they didn't do it that way then. If you don't like it, you don't have to read the book." "I didn't say I didn't like it," Margie said quickly. She wanted to read about those funny schools. They weren't even half finished when Margie's mother called, "Margie! School!" Margie looked up. "Not yet, Mama." "Now," said Mrs. Jones. "And it's probably time for Tommy, too." Margie said to Tommy, "Can I read the book some more with you after school?' "Maybe," he said. He walked away whistling, the book under his arm.

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だから、彼女はトミーに言った。 「どうして学校なんかについて書こうと思ったんだろ?」 トミーは彼女を見た。 「バカだなー。だって、今の学校と違うんだよ?これ、何百年も前の学校の話なんだよ?」 真剣な表情で言う。「何世紀も前の話なんだ。」 マージーは傷ついた。 「だって、そんな昔の学校とか、全然分からないもん。」 トミーの肩越しに、少しだけ読んでみる。 「とりあえず、先生は居たんだね。」 「当たり前だろ?でも、普通の先生じゃないんだ。人間の先生だよ。」 「人間?人間が先生なわけないじゃない。」 「だから、子供たちにものを教えたりとか、そういうことだよ。  宿題を出したり、質問したりするんだ。」 「だって、人間ってそんなに賢くないよ。」 「賢いさ。うちのお父さんは先生に負けないくらい物知りだもん。」 「そんなはずない。人間が先生と同じくらい物知りなんて、ありえない。」 「いいや、ほとんど互角だって。絶対。」 マージーはそれ以上トミーとやり合う自信がなかったので、こう言った。 「知らない人間に家で勉強を教えてもらうなんて、私だったらいやだなぁ。」 トミーは笑った。 「ほんとに何にも知らないんだなー。  先生は家に居るわけじゃない。  そういうための建物があって、子供がそこに通うんだ。」 「じゃあ子供はみんな同じ授業を受けるってこと?」 「もちろん。同じ年ならね。」 「でも、先生って生徒の頭脳レベルに合わせて設定しなきゃいけないって、  うちのお母さん言ってたよ。  子供によって、教え方が当然違ってくるって。」 「それは昔も同じだっただろうけど、ただやり方が違ったんだ。  その本がそんなに気に入らないんなら、別に読まなくっていいよ。」 「気に入らないなんて言ってないじゃない。 マージーは急いでいった。 なんとも不思議なこの学校についてのお話を、 彼女はもっと読みたかったのだ。 二人がまだ半分も読み終わってないうちに、お母さんの声がした。 「マージー!学校よ!」 マージーは顔を上げて言った。 「もうちょっとだけ待って。」 「ダメ、早くしなさい。トミーも、そろそろ学校の時間でしょ?」 マージーはトミーに言った。 「ねぇ、学校のあとで、また一緒に読んでもいい?」 「たぶんね。」 と言ってトミーは、口笛をふきながら帰っていった。 本をわきに抱えて。

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