It turned out that it required a lot of skill to tie little girls' hair. Mag took a look at Amy's hair that he had messed up and drew his hands back embarrassedly. "Letting it fall down looks good too," murmured Mag.
"But Teacher Luna can do lovely braids." Amy looked up at Mag and blinked her big eyes pitifully.
"Ahem, we'd better get ready to go. Let's see if we can get an ugly duckling for Amy." Mag feigned his coughing, trying to divert her attention away from the hair.
"Ugly duckling! I want an ugly duckling! Let's go, Father!" Amy urged. She stopped worrying about her hair immediately as he had expected.
Mag combed Amy's hair neatly. Two strands were still sticking out, but he pretended they were not there. Opening hours were not over, so he had to make Amy wait. In the meantime, he helped her memorize a dozen more terms from the 9x9 table.