"That's right." Charles felt very superior. "Now you beat it before—"
He didn't finish. From the house came a loud, anguished cry.
They whirled.
Cousin Aurelia, disheveled without helmet or duster, was almost upon them.
"Charles! It won't work!"
She reached him, threw her arms round his neck and hung on.
"I can't turn the servants on, or the teleprojection, or even the keys to the closets. Oh, Charles, we'll have nothing to eat, or to drink, or to wear!"
"That's impossible. DoItAlls never break down."
"We can't live without it!" screeched Cousin Aurelia. "We're millions of miles from Boston! We're marooned with that monster!"