it and it's good for plenty more. I wouldn't throw it away."
"Same with mine," said Margie. She was 11 and hadn't seen as many
telebooks as Tommy had. He was 13.
She said, "Where did you find it?"
"In my house." He pointed without looking, because he was busy reading.
"In the attic."
"What's it about?"
"School."
Margie was scornful. "School? What's there to write about school? I hate
school." Margie always hated school, but now she hated it more than ever. The
mechanical teacher had been giving her test after test in geography and she had
been doing worse and worse until her mother had shaken her head sorrowfully and
sent for the County Inspector.
He was a round little man with a red face and a whole box of tools with dials
and wires. He smiled at her and gave her an apple, then took the teacher apart.
Margie had hoped he wouldn't know how to put it together again, but he knew how
all right and after an hour or so, there it was again, large and black and
ugly with a
big screen on which all the lessons were shown and the questions were
asked.
That
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