"That—that color!" Mary Maroon quavered. "Not green!"
"Only dames are green," Bobby scornfully said.
"Imagine!" Dora tittered nervously. "Afraid of Robert and Bobby!"
"Won't you sit down?" Helen asked. This nonsense of being scared of her menfolk had gone on long enough. She didn't want them to sit down. She wanted them to go. But she could hardly ask them to do that.
Naturally, they sat down.
Bobby turned on the television for a space opera, and the four new neighbors watched it avidly. When the spaceship landed on what was supposed to be Venus, they giggled behind their hands and looked at each other sidewise. Hadn't they ever seen a show like that before? What was so unusually funny about this one?
When the commercial came on, Robert turned off the sound. Mary Maroon looked at Bobby, and then at Helen, who was sitting with her arm around her son.
"You—baby?" she asked.
Helen smiled proudly. "Yes, this is my baby."
Bobby squirmed indignantly.