When he had gone, Miss Pomeroy leaned forward. "You must keep him out of the Elroom, Mrs. Briggs. We'll send you a list of programs. He can have sublimation only one hour a day."
"Ridiculous!" Mrs. Briggs snapped.
Miss Pomeroy adjusted her glasses and looked at her severely. "Are you saying you will not comply?"
"I said it's ridiculous, didn't you hear? Why, you won't find a better child than Timmy—"
"Obviously your only child."
"And what has that to do with it?"
"It is not my job to explain," Miss Pomeroy said icily. "Only to inform. I'm afraid I'll have to report that you will not heed the directive."
"The Elroom is instructive. Why, we were learning something about history just now. We were watching Nelson sink the French fleet when you came."
"It's not the program. It's the identification with it. Let's say Timmy has too much imagination—but then I have already told you what I came to tell. I'll be going now, Mrs. Briggs."