"And I want a look at this one the very minute that he's born.

Gee, I hope we can get there in time--" "Gee! So do I!" cried Bobby aged nine.

And then Tad, the chubby three-year-old who had been intently watching his brothers, slowly took the spoon from his mouth and in his grave sweet baby voice said very softly, "Gee." At her end of the table, Elizabeth, blonde and short and rather plump, frowned and colored slightly.

For she was eleven and she knew there was something dark and shameful about the way calves appear in barns.

And so, with a quick conscious cough, she sweetly interrupted: "Oh, Aunt Deborah! Won't you please tell us about--about--" "About--about," jeered the ironical George.