“I believe a few days with your own family would do you good,” Miss Tennyson Bullock said. In the dining room, all of them were waiting on their feet. “Eating a lot of fresh vegetables, and so forth.” “Well, at least my family’s not hypocrites,” said Fay. “If they didn’t want me, they’d tell me to my face.” “When you coming back?” asked Major Bullock, swaying a little. “When I get ready.”
