She glanced over to Spazz with a wide grin and held up her note book page, pointing to the sketch within the thought baloon.<br/><br/>"Ahem."<br/><br/>She turned and quickly turned the notebook page.<br/><br/>"Miss Thomas?  Where is your book?  Perhaps you could be doing something more worthwhile with your time than making dirty sketches."<br/><br/>Mr McNeely's face was gradually going from impatient tolerance to apoplexy.<br/><br/>"The rest of you as well.  Where are your books?  This is a place of learning, not a play-ground.  You are no longer in kindergarten, and it would do you ... all of you ... well to remember this."<br/><br/>He turned an especially pointed glare to Jenny as he said this.