He awoke early, and she laid her hand upon him.
Abruptly, he squirmed away.
"Don't do that!" His voice was loud. "It's no good, all that stuff! Something's—wrong!"
He jumped out of bed, and began rapidly to put on his clothes.
Meg lay still for a moment. Her circuits were not built for such things. There was nothing wrong, and nothing registered. Then the cheery morning music started out of the wall, soothing and bright, and she began to hum with it. She arose, went lightly to her dressing, freshly and sweetly tripped into the kitchen.
"Scrambled eggs, honey?" she asked, in the most caressive of tones.
He had all but forgotten his outburst.
"Yeh, sure honey", he answered.
He ate copiously, and drank several cups of black coffee.
"Fine day!" he said, belching his appreciation.