That evening, wrapped in blankets, sitting in a large arm-chair, the Atom received three visitors.
Stewart came first. He was very subdued, shy of this white-faced Atom in the blankets.
He sat down and stared at her.
"You're to intertain me," she told him peremptorily.
Stewart, just about to speak, at this awful mandate flushed and collapsed.
Sheila Pat watched him relentlessly.
"Sure you English are queer! Mum! Mum! Mum!"
"Do you feel better?" he burst out.
"You know I do, else I wouldn't be receivin' visitors."
Silence.