but also there was a just discernible accent of inquiry. She had not yet quite lost her childhood birthright of wonder, of belief that almost anything is possible.
"We'd have to Take Steps," cried Alec, unconsciously quoting the enemy. "We could just decide among ourselves that we simply wouldn't, and if we all lived together we could go on just like we are."
"It would be like a game," said Martin, glowing.
"With toys?" ejaculated Bunny, entranced.
Ben was firmly opposed. "I won't do it. I want to have long trousers and grow a moustache."
Martin's face was serious with the vision of huge alternatives.
"That's it," he said. "We've got to know before we can decide. It's terribly important. If they don't have a good time, we'd better"
"We could ask them if they're happy," exclaimed Ruth, thrilled by the thought of running out on the veranda to propose this stunning question.
"They wouldn't tell you," said Alec. "They're too polite."
Phyllis was trying to remember instructive examples of adult infelicity. "They don't tell the truth," she agreed. "Mother once said that if
