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"
Gloria
!
"
"
Honest
and
truly
,
Mamma
,
he
'll
stay
so
quiet
,
you
wo
n't
even
know
he
's
here
.
He
can
sit
on
the
chair
in
the
corner
,
and
he
wo
n't
say
a
word
,
I
mean
he
wo
n't
do
anything
.
Will
you
,
Robbie
?
"
Robbie
,
appealed
to
,
nodded
his
massive
head
up
and
down
once
.
"
Gloria
,
if
you
do
n't
stop
this
at
once
,
you
sha
n't
see
Robbie
for
a
whole
week
.
"
The
girl
's
eyes
fell
,
"
All
right
!
But
Cinderella
is
his
favorite
story
and
I
did
n't
finish
it
.
-
And
he
likes
it
so
much
.
"
The
robot
left
with
a
disconsolate
step
and
Gloria
choked
back
a
sob
.
George
Weston
was
comfortable
.
It
was
a
habit
of
his
to
be
comfortable
on
Sunday
afternoons
.
A
good
,
hearty
dinner
below
the
hatches
;
a
nice
,
soft
,
dilapidated
couch
on
which
to
sprawl
;
a
copy
of
the
Times
;
slippered
feet
and
shirtless
chest
;
how
could
anyone
help
but
be
comfortable
?
He
was
n't
pleased
,
therefore
,
when
his
wife
walked
in
.
After
ten
years
of
married
life
,
be
still
was
so
unutterably
foolish
as
to
love
her
,
and
there
was
no
question
that
he
was
always
glad
to
see
her
--
still
Sunday
afternoons
just
after
dinner
were
sacred
to
him
and
his
idea
of
solid
comfort
was
to
be
left
in
utter
solitude
for
two
or
three
hours
.
Consequently
,
he
fixed
his
eye
firmly
upon
the
latest
reports
of
the
Lefebre-Yoshida
expedition
to
Mars
(
this
one
was
to
take
off
from
Lunar
Base
and
might
actually
succeed
)
and
pretended
she
was
n't
there
.
Mrs.
Weston
waited
patiently
for
two
minutes
,
then
impatiently
for
two
more
,
and
finally
broke
the
silence
.
"
George
!
"
