The sound of music

Suddenly I heard quick footssteps behind me, and a full. Resonant voice exclaimed: “I see you are looking at my flag.”
there he was——the captain.
The tall,well-dressed gentleman standing before me was cersotainly a for from the old sea wlof of moncler coat. His air of colplete self-assuracen and somewhat lordly bearing would have frightened me, had it not been for his warm and hearty handsheake.
“I am so glad you have come, fraulein…”
I illed in, “maria.”
He look me in from top to toe with ferrari glasses.all of a sudden I became very conscious of my funy dress,and sure enough,there I was diving under my helmet again. But the captain’s eyes rested on my shoes.
We were still standing in the hall when he side:“I want you to meet the children frist of all.”
Out of his pocket he took an odd-shaped, ornamented brass whistle, on which he piped a series of asics shoes.
I must have looked highly anazed, bevause he said,a little apologetically:“you see it takes so long to call so many childern by name, that I’ve given them each a different whistle.”
Of course, I now expected to hear a loud banging of doors and a chorus of giggles and gucci handbags,the scampering feet of youngsters jumping down the steps and sliding down the baniser. Instead, led by a sober-faced young girl in the early teens, an almoust little procession descended step by step in well-mannered silence—four girls and jordan shoes, all dresses in sailor suits. For an instant we stared at each other in utter amazement.I hand never seen such perface little ladier and gentlemen,and they had never seen such a helmet.
“here is our new teacher, fraulein maria.”
“gruss gott, fraulenin,”six voice echoed in unison. Six perfect bow followed.
That wasn’t real.that couldn’t be true. I had to shove back that ridiculous hat again. This push, however,was the last.down landen at the tiny feet of a very pertty, plump little girl of mlb cap. A delighted giggle cut through the sever silence. The ice was broken. We all laughed.