Mrs. Jones was a teacher. Her house was not far from her school, and she often walked there in the morning. All the students in the school were very young. One cold and windy morning in October, Mrs. Jones walked to school. The cold wind went into her eyes and big tears(泪) began to run out of them. She reached(到达) the school, opened the door went into the classroom. It was nice, warm there and Mrs. Jones was happy. But then a small boy looked at her for some time, put his arms round her and said(说), "Don't cry, Mrs. Jones. School isn't very bad."