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look at me now.’ Everybody gazed at her. Her
                dress was unrecognisable. Covered with ink and
                grease spots, mercilessly dog-eared and two
                corners chewed away, she looked a wreck. Tears

                filled Ms English’s eyes.

                Offering her a handkerchief, Justice Mathematics
                asked gently, ‘How did it happen, Ms English?’

                ‘Well,’ sniffed Ms English, ‘this boy,’ she pointed
                at Manu, ‘brought me home a few months back
                but never bothered to cover me properly with the
                nice brown paper his father had brought.’

                                                          ‘Did Manu not get scolded and punished in the
                                                          school for that?’ Justice Mathematics enquired.

                                                          ‘Oh, yes, he was, repeatedly,’ said Ms English in a
                                                          tearful voice, ‘but all the punishment and scolding

                                                          slipped off him like water off a duck’s back!’
                                                          ‘Not only did he ruin my looks,’ she continued, ‘he

                                                          also ill-treated me.’

                                                          The audience was stunned, ill-treating a delicate
                                                          creature like Ms English! How terrible!

                By now tears had started rolling down Ms English’s big eyes. And stopping only to
                sniff delicately in the handkerchief, she told everyone about how Manu dropped her
                carelessly, stuffed her anyhow in his crammed bag, sometimes next to the lunch box
                dripping with oil!

                Manu turned red as many pairs of eyes glared at him. Oh!
                why had he not listened to his mother, who had told him
                many times to take care of his books! He was otherwise a

                good boy and even managed to stay within the first five
                ranks of the class. But he was extremely lazy.

                ‘Manu!’ the stentorian voice of Justice Mathematics brought
                him back to reality. ‘What do you have to say for yourself?’

                Manu managed to mumble an apology, ‘I am
                sorry, Sir!’                                                    gazed: looked steadily for a long time
                                                                                dog-eared: (a book) used so much that the
                ‘What do you mean by saying ‘sorry’?’ screamed                  corners of many of the pages are turned down
                Justice Mathematics. ‘You have to undo what you                 water off a duck’s back: to have no effect
                                                                                crammed: full of things
                have done. Do you understand?’                                  stentorian: loud and powerful voice


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