"That means we'll have to make and install a smaller injector, too, doesn't it?" Jon asked. And when his father nodded, he added "I'll see about making it."
"Later, when we've found out whether we can use the stuff. Right now we'd all better get some sleep. I'm bushed, and I imagine you chaps are, too. How about you, Marci?" Mr. Carver turned to his wife.
"Well, I could use some sleep," she admitted.
"Right, Pop. Good night. 'Night, Mom."
12
Early the next morning the boys were clamoring to get started, but their mother would not let them go into the control room.
"Now you listen to Mother," she protested, using a favorite phrase of hers. "Your father hasn't made any sign yet. You wait until he's awake and has had something to eat. I know how anxious you are to do all these things, but you must remember he isn't strong yet, and we must not let him overdo. He is as much a child about such things as you two are, but someone has to watch him."
The boys laughed rather shamefacedly. "It's just we get so interested in things, Mom," Jon apologized.
"Yes, I know. But if you will look in your dictionary, you will find a word called 'moderation.'" She smiled.