"I wouldn't do that if I were you. I'd tell the person I wanted to excite what it was about. Did Dr. Renshaw double the check?"
"Better. Heaps."
"He's got more translation. I knew——"
"Oceans better than that."
"Well, I'm sure——" The clock struck five. Martha removed Jean's arms gently but firmly from her shoulders and turned back to the table.
Jean laughed. "I suppose I shall have to let you enjoy it in your own way. Go on and finish. Then wash your hands and sit down on the hardest, most uncomfortable chair and I'll tell you."
"Don't be silly, dear. It doesn't matter what it is, I shall have to have dinner on time to-night, won't I?"
"Yes, I suppose the animals would have to be fed even if the ark was sinking."
Jean sat on the edge of the table and watched her mother trim the pie edges, with sure, quick strokes and her whole attention. When Martha closed the oven door, she glanced at the clock to be sure of the moment. Before the astonishing news that Jean was about to divulge, the pies might be forgotten. Jean laughed aloud.
"Now." Martha smiled as she took the chair Jean indicated. "The court is in session."