"What I wonder is how you ever managed it.I've been trying to get you out for ten years for a quiet drink. And now,on the one night , you insist on turning in early."
"Will you tell" "look up there" said braling. They both stared up through the dark air.In the window above them, on the second floor, a shade was raised. A man about thirty -five years old, with a touch of gray eyes, and small thin mustache looked down at them." why its you!"said Smith.
"No,no" said Braling quietly ."end close.Put your ear two's Braling chest."Smith hesitated and then leaned forward to place his head against the uncomplaining ribs. Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick."Oh no! It can't be"It can't be!"
" I'm glad he'll be happy too" said Braling. "Yes" said Braling Two abstractedly " Well, it's the cellar box for you,B-Two."Braling guided the other creature's elbow down the stairs to the cellar."That's what I want to talk about "said braling Two, as they reached the concrete and walked across it ."The cellar. I don't like that toolbox."
" I'll try and fix up something more comfortable." "Marionettes are made to move, not lie still.How would you like to lie, in a box most of the time?"
Ten minutes later Mrs. Braling awoke. She put her hand on her cheek.Someone had kissed it.She shivered and looked up. "Why haven't done that in years,."she murmured "well we will see about that ,"someone said.