“They’re not too small, don’t worry. Right now, I’ve only got one worry.”
“What’s that?”
“Well, I’ve got to keep them till the circus comes, don’t I? I’ve got to figure out what to feed them meanwhile.”
The cage swung and the little trapped creatures clung to its bars, gesturing at the youngsters with queer, quick motions—almost as though they were intelligent.
II
The Astronomer entered the dining room with decorum. He felt very much the guest.
He said, “Where are the youngsters? My son isn’t in his room.”
The Industrialist smiled. “They’ve been out for hours. However, breakfast was forced into them among the women some time ago, so there is nothing to worry about. Youth, Doctor, youth!”
“Youth!” The word seemed to depress the Astronomer.
They ate breakfast in silence. The Industrialist said once, “You really think they’ll come. The day looks so— normal.”