"Why didn't I listen to these girls, pay more attention to what they said?" Helen asked herself. She might have been able to prevent a lot of things that had happened. She got up from her chair and walked nervously about. Well, she couldn't change the past, but she could stop further evil from the faneweed.
"I'll bet they don't have men on Venus," she said to Dora, "judging from the way they act. Then they'd have to have parthenogenetic births."
She turned to Patricia. "Why did you come to Earth? And why just to Mimosa Beach?"
"We try little place, what you call sample, before we change whole world," Patricia explained. And then she added sadly, "So many of our babies die. Not enough people left on Venus. We think maybe you like to come to Venus with us, so we make you as us."
"That was very, very wicked of you!" Dora said severely.
The four Venusians shrugged resignedly.
"Might as well go home," Mary Maroon said. "They don't like it our way."
"And leave me like this?" Dora demanded shrilly.
"Get rid of faneweed, be as before," Patricia assured her.
"With a baby I'll have trouble accounting for," Dora said bitterly. "Oh, no, you don't. You stay right here. And, Helen, don't you tell anybody that it's the faneweed. Then people from other places won't know about my baby, and it won't matter here as long as things are the way they are."