"That's what the salesman told you. The Viennese."
"Yes. But if you had to clean up the mess she makes, you wouldn't call her fake."
"She goes," Channing said, pointing theatrically at the door, then regretting it. How did he ever get to be a diplomat, anyway?
Ellen ignored him. "You know, dear, I think she looks like you. I was able to select my own features and weight and everything. At birth she weighed six pounds. She's two weeks old now and already gained a pound."
"At birth? Two weeks?"
"Well, you know what I mean. She would have, if she—"
"Oh, then you admit it?" said Channing in triumph. "She isn't real."
"Well, she wasn't born like—like other babies. But she's real. You may hold her if you want."
"I don't want."
"Just to convince you."