"There's no way of being sure, but I am convinced."
"It's frightening."
"Is Bobby frightening? In all the time I've been tutoring him, has he ever been out of line?"
"Bobby's no alien!"
"He may be."
"Well, anyway, of course Bobby isn't frightening. But that business of the tigers—that is!"
"They didn't hurt anyone."
"No, but don't you see, John? It's—irresponsible. How do you fit it in with your super-intelligent super-beings?"
"Ann," he said impatiently, "we're dealing with fantastically intelligent beings, but beings who are still children—can't you understand that? They're just finding out their powers—one is a telepath, another levitates, a third is a teleport. A riot is started by Alec Cress or Jacky Hodge or one of those 3R hoodlums. And our child genius can't resist making a kind of joke of his own."
"Joke? With tigers? John, I tell you I'm frightened." Her husband said nothing and she looked at him sharply. "You hope it's this way, don't you?"