"I suggest," Andy was saying, "that you either change the styles or go back to the tourist business."
She pushed the door open.
"Mr. Stephens," Blahrog said mildly, "the last time calamity was upon us, you solved the problem by drinking Throatduster until you got an idea. May I suggest that you try again?"
"Andy," Miss Featherpenny whispered.
"Well?" he snapped.
"I broke a tooth. I'm going over to Darius IV tomorrow, with Hrom, to have it fixed."
"Why Darius IV?" Andy demanded. "What's the matter with Felician dentists?"
"What's Hrom going to do with boy?" Blahrog demanded.
"Hrom's leaving the baby with Mrs. Klagom," Miss Featherpenny answered, "and there aren't any Felician dentists."
"Mrs. Klagom is a silly woman," Blahrog disapproved. "She would do better to leave him with me."