"Swell," said Mrs. Morris. "What's that?"
"A yo-yo," said Mink. "Watch."
She flung the yo-yo down its string. Reaching the end it—
It vanished.
"See?" said Mink. "Ope!" Dibbling her finger she made the yo-yo reappear and zip up the string.
"Do that again," said her mother.
"Can't. Zero hour's five o'clock! 'Bye."
Mink exited, zipping her yo-yo.
On the audio-visor, Helen laughed. "Tim brought one of those yo-yo's in this morning, but when I got curious he said he wouldn't show it to me, and when I tried to work it, finally, it wouldn't work."
"You're not impressionable," said Mrs. Morris.