"Only a week."
"A week!"
"Yes. You can stay here at the Restorium for seven more days, can't you? A little delay won't matter, will it, in the end? You've waited a lifetime. Only a few more days."
At twenty dollars a day, thought Mrs. Bellowes, coldly.
"What's the trouble?" a woman cried.
"A legal difficulty," said Mr. Thirkell.
"We've a rocket, haven't we?"
"Well, ye-ess."
"But I've been here a whole month, waiting," said one old lady. "Delays, delays!"
"That's right," said everyone.