"You mean you've seen the stuff before?"
Patricia nodded. "We have it all over where we came from. Must have faneweed."
"But you couldn't have come from some place else," Helen pointed out. "You wouldn't be green if you did."
"All green where we come from," Mary Maroon said.
"I don't know where that stuff—faneweed, you call it?—came from," Helen said, refusing to pay any attention to their claim that they came from some place else where everyone was green. There just wasn't any such place!
"We drop seed other time we come," Patricia said. Then she added indignantly, "You no believe we come from other place?"
"What other place?" asked Helen, with weary politeness.
"You call it Venus."
"That picture the other night," Clara Ford giggled. "Not like Venus at all. So funny!"
Helen could stand no more. "So are you!" she said rudely, and went into the house.