I looked at Carol. Carol looked at me. He nudged me to go on.
"It's about You!" I said. "And about Father! And about Jason the Blacksmith! And about the Old Preacher. And about most anybody I guess that would like to be About-ed!"
"Well—Well—Well," said my Mother. "And what is it for?"
"Oh, it's just for fun," I said. "But it's very important.—Just the first instant anybody reads it he'll know all there is to know about everybody without ever having to go and make calls on them! Everything interesting about them I mean! Everything that really matters! Lots of things that nobody would have guessed!"
"Mercy!" said my Mother. She stopped mending my Father and jumped right up.
My Father jumped right up too!
"Oh, it isn't written yet!" I said. "It's only just begun!"
"O—h," said my Mother. And sat down again.
"We though maybe you and Father would help us," I said.
"O—h," said my Father. And sat down again too.