Katy's my father, and my mother, and my family, and my best friend--" "Stop right there," interposed Donald.

"That is quite enough for any human to be.

Katy's a multitude.

She came out to the car with the canteen, and when I offered to help her, without any 'polly foxin',' she just said: 'Sure.

Come in and make yourself useful.' So I went, and I am expecting amazing results from the job she gave me." "Come to think of it," said Linda, "I have small experience with anybody's cooking except Katy's and my own, but so far as I know, she can't very well be beaten." Carefully she headed the car into the garage adjoining the salesrooms.
There she had an ovation.