Readingtasks:1.Prereadingconsideration:Haveyoueverbeenlaughedatandyouthinkitreallyhurt?Thinkaboutthepossibilityofyourbeingoldoneday?Whatwouldyouliketodo?2.Whilereadingtips:PayattentiontohowMissBrill’smentalactivitiesaredescribed.ThestoryistoldinthirdpersonpointofvieIsitalimitedorunlimitedpointofview?3.Postreadingactivity:SupposeyouwereinthesameparkwithMissBrill.Pleasemeetherandmakeaconversationwithher.SupposeyouwereinthesameparkwithMissBrill.Youseeherandtheothers.Describeorallywhatisgoingoninyourmind.SupposeyouwereMissBrill,writealettertoyourfriendandtalkedaboutwhathappenedtoyou.Supposeyouwereherfriend,writealetterbacktoconsoleMissBrill.KatherineMansfieldMissBrillAlthoughitwassobrilliantlyfine-theblueskypowderedwithgoldandgreatspotsoflightlikewhitewinesplashedovertheJardinsPubliques-MissBrillwasgladthatshehaddecidedonherfur.Theairwasmotionless,butwhenyouopenedyourmouththerewasjustafaintchill,likeachillfromaglassoficedwaterbeforeyousip,andnowandagainaleafcamedrifting-fromnowhere,fromthesky.MissBrillputupherhandandtouchedherfur.Dearlittlething!Itwasnicetofeelitagain.Shehadtakenitoutofitsboxthatafternoon,shakenoutthemoth-powder,givenitagoodbrush,andrubbedthelifebackintothedimlittleeyes."Whathasbeenhappeningtome?"saidthesadlittleeyes.Oh,howsweetitwastoseethemsnapatheragainfromtheredeiderdown!...Butthenose,whichwasofsomeblackcomposition,wasn'tatallfirm.Itmusthavehadaknock,somehoNevermind-alittledabofblacksealing-waxwhenthetimecame-whenitwasabsolutelynecessary...Littlerogue!Yes,shereallyfeltlikethataboutit.Littleroguebitingitstailjustbyherleftear.Shecouldhavetakenitoffandlaiditonherlapandstrokedit.Shefeltatinglinginherhandsandarms,butthatcamefromwalking,shesupposed.Andwhenshebreathed,somethinglightandsad-no,notsad,exactly-somethinggentleseemedtomoveinherbosom.Therewereanumberofpeopleoutthisafternoon,farmorethanlastSunday.Andthebandsoundedlouderandgayer.ThatwasbecausetheSeasonhadbegun.ForalthoughthebandplayedalltheyearroundonSundays,outofseasonitwasneverthesame.Itwaslikesomeoneplayingwithonlythefamilytolisten;itdidn'tcarehowitplayedifthereweren'tanystrangerspresent.Wasn'ttheconductorwearinganewcoat,too?ShewassureitwasneHescrapedwithhisfootandflappedhisarmslikearoosterabouttocrow,andthebandsmensittinginthegreenrotundablewouttheircheeksandglaredatthemusic.Nowtherecamealittle"flutey"bit-verypretty!-alittlechainofbrightdrops.Shewassureitwouldberepeated.Itwas;sheliftedherheadandsmiled.Onlytwopeoplesharedher"special"seat:afineoldmaninavelvetcoat,hishandsclaspedoverahugecarvedwalking-stick,andabigoldwoman,sittingupright,witharollofknittingonherembroideredapron.Theydidnotspeak.Thiswasdisappointing,forMissBrillalwayslookedforwardtotheconversation.Shehadbecomereallyquiteexpert,shethought,atlisteningasthoughshedidn'tlisten,atsittinginotherpeople'slivesjustforaminutewhiletheytalkedroundher.Sheglanced,sideways,attheoldcouple.Perhapstheywouldgosoon.LastSunday,too,hadn'tbeenasinterestingasusual.AnEnglishmanandhiswife,hewearingadreadfulPanamahatandshebuttonboots.Andshe'dgoneonthewholetimeabouthowsheoughttowearspectacles;sheknewsheneededthem;butthatitwasnogoodgettingany;they'dbesuretobreakandthey'dneverkeepon.Andhe'dbeensopatient.He'dsuggestedeverything-goldrims,thekindthatcurvedroundyourears,littlepadsinsidethebridge.No,nothingwouldpleaseher."They'llalwaysbeslidingdownmynose!"MissBrillhadwan...