“Did you hear the question?”
“No, Miss Farrel.”
“Oh. And what, pray, have you been doing?”
“Why—just thinking.”
“Ah. How interesting. And what were you thinking of?”
Jane tried to keep her face straight, and looked down to hide the laughter in her eyes.
“Nothing, Miss Farrel.”
Silence again. Miss Farrel opened her little black record book, and slowly and deliberately registered Jane’s crime.
“Sit down, Jane. And will you please wait for me here after school. At three o’clock. Well, Isabel, will you give me the formula for finding the area of a circle.”
Jane took her seat.