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sorry to say that it appears you have been missed in lessons again.'
'I don't understand, Miss Butts.'
The Butts said, 'Susan?'
Miss Butts shuddered. This was something else the teachers had mentioned. Sometimes Susan answered questions just before you asked them . . .
She steadied herself.
'You're still sitting there, are you?'headmistress leaned forward. She felt vaguely annoyed with herself, but . . . there was some­thing frankly unlovable about the child. Academically brilliant at the things she liked doing, of course, but that was just it; she was brilliant in the same way that a diamond is brilliant, all edges and chilliness.'Have you been . . . doing it?' she said. 'You prom­ised you were going to stop this silliness.''Miss Butts?' 'You've been making yourself invisible again, haven't you?'Susan blushed. So, rather less pinkly, did Miss Butts. I mean, she thought, it's ridiculous. It's against all reason. It's‑ oh, no . . .She turned her head and shut her eyes.'Yes, Miss Butts?' said Susan, just before Miss