"Where are they now?"
Mr. Tedder glanced up at the clock. "It's second period by now. Stetzel is in Latin III, I believe; and Guenther's in Microbiology II."
Mr. Coar went over to the loudspeaker in the corner of the room, pressed a button, and spoke to his secretary, up in the school office. "Ann, send me students Guenther and Stetzel. Rooms 103 and 309." He switched the blat-box off. He turned toward the empty demonstration bench, wrinkled his forehead in concentration, and looked up. A pot of geraniums was standing on the marble bench-top.
"Whew! It knows what I'm thinking about!"
"Looks that way, doesn't it."
"But nothing can do that. Not electricity, nor electronics, nor even cybernetics."
"Nothing that we know about could, sir. What would you suggest that I do with the screwy thing?"
Mr. Coar, caught off guard, made a suggestion which was more witty than helpful. The classroom door swung open, and Stetzel and Guenther hurried in together, vocally wondering at their release from schedule. "Good morning, Mr. Coar; Mr. Tedder. Did you want us?" Stetzel asked.
"Did you see a woman in here?" the principal demanded.