Regina laughed again. "Really, Verne, you're not half bad when you try."
"If you honestly think I'm not half bad, could you do it just as a favor to me? Pick up Hi-nin when you have the car pool?"
"The Hiserean child? No."
"Please, Regina. I'd do it for you except that the children would notice and it would get back to Mrs. His-tara. If there's anything I could do for you in return—"
"What could you possibly do?"
"I don't know. But I can't go back and tell that dear creature our car pool doesn't want her."
"Stop looking so intense. That's what keeps you from being the boudoir-slip type. You always look as though you're going out to break up a saloon or campaign for better Public Child Protection. The boudoir slip requires a languorous expression."
"Phooey to looking languorous. And phooey to boudoir slips. I'd wear diapers to nursery school if you'd change your mind about taking along Hi-nin."
"Would you wear a boudoir slip?"
"I—hell, yes."