"Smell!" she said.
"Phew! So that's it. What is it, anyway?"
Helen shook her head. "Never saw anything like it until recently. I pulled 'em out of our garden, but they're all over."
Helen carried the offending plant to the back door. When she came back, Robert peered at her intently, shut his eyes and shook his head quickly, and then stared at her again.
"Think you'll know me next time you see me?" she asked, annoyed.
"First good look I've had at you this evening. What kind of face powder is that you're using? Don't tell me that peculiar shade is the latest fashion?"
Puzzled, Helen put her hand to her face as if she should be able to feel the color.
"Mom's green!" chortled eight-year-old Bobby. "You ought to see yourself!"
"Green?" Helen asked worriedly.
"Green," Robert said. "You feel all right?"