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"
It
's
that
child
,
George
.
I
've
had
to
send
back
the
dog
today
.
Gloria
positively
could
n't
stand
the
sight
of
him
,
she
said
.
She
's
driving
me
into
a
nervous
breakdown
.
"
Weston
laid
down
the
paper
and
a
hopeful
gleam
entered
his
eye
,
"
Maybe
-
Maybe
we
ought
to
get
Robbie
back
.
It
might
be
done
,
you
know
.
I
can
get
in
touch
with
-
"
"
No
!
"
she
replied
,
grimly
.
"
I
wo
n't
hear
of
it
.
We
're
not
giving
up
that
easily
.
My
child
shall
not
be
brought
up
by
a
robot
if
it
takes
years
to
break
her
of
it
.
"
Weston
picked
up
his
paper
again
with
a
disappointed
air
.
"
A
year
of
this
will
have
me
prematurely
gray
.
"
"
You
're
a
big
help
,
George
,
"
was
the
frigid
answer
.
"
What
Gloria
needs
is
a
change
of
environment
.
Of
course
she
ca
n't
forget
Robbie
here
.
How
can
she
when
every
tree
and
rock
reminds
her
of
him
?
It
is
really
the
silliest
situation
I
have
ever
heard
of
.
Imagine
a
child
pining
away
for
the
loss
of
a
robot
.
"
"
Well
,
stick
to
the
point
.
What
's
the
change
in
environment
you
're
planning
?
"
"
We
're
going
to
take
her
to
New
York
.
"
"
The
city
!
In
August
!
Say
,
do
you
know
what
New
York
is
like
in
August
?
It
's
unbearable
.
"
"
Millions
do
bear
it
.
"
"
They
do
n't
have
a
place
like
this
to
go
to
.
If
they
did
n't
have
to
stay
in
New
York
,
they
would
n't
.
"
