"I don't," the beard confessed. "Where are you located?"
Tom briefly described the ranch house and cabins at the other end of the valley.
"Comic, I can't place it." The beard shrugged. "Here come the children."
A dozen naked youngsters raced around the ranch house, followed by a woman in a vaguely African dress open down the sides.
"Yours?" Tom asked.
"Ours," the beard answered.
"C'est un homme!"
"Regardez des vêtements!"
"No need to practice, kids; this is a holiday," the beard told them. "Tom, Helen," he said, introducing the woman with the air-conditioned garment. "Her turn today to companion die Kinder."