the Professor was reciting. “Actually they require little from us, but what they do require they must have, or trouble begins.”—Trouble, groaned Jessa inwardly, and tried to shrink further into her seat.“While lecturing in London,” said the Professor, “I—”Margaret began taking notes. Jessa, glancing round, saw that everybody was taking notes. She put down her head and pretended she was taking notes so as not to appear conspicuous. Now and then she stole a glance at Professor Gink.“As I said in the United States of America,” the Professor was continuing, “with these babies we must count everything in miniature; food, time, age, weight, length, strength.”Strength, scribbled Margaret. Jessa thought feebly to herself that she had never felt so weak.The Professor was not a polished speaker. He stammered, he fumbled, he fidgeted, he ran his fingers through his rough shaggy hair so that it stood up like prickles, he dropped his notes and in retrieving them he dropped his glasses.
