Give me your answer to Problem 46." Ulyth started guiltily.

Her page was still a blank, and she had no answer to produce.

She murmured a lame excuse, and Miss Harding glared at her witheringly.

Thrusting her preoccupation resolutely aside, she made an effort to concentrate her thoughts upon the subject in hand.
The morning passed slowly on.

To Ulyth each successive class seemed interminable.