"So was I," Bunny flashed. "Phyllis is telling fibs. We were going to play it. We were going to spy on Grown-Ups, to find out whether they have a good time."
"Bunny, Bunny," said her mother reprovingly. "Tell Phyllis you're sorry. You mustn't forget she's a guest."
"Don't mention it," said Phyllis primly. "When I grow up I'm going to have a lot of children and teach them lovely manners."
"When I grow up," Bunny exclaimed, "my children won't never have to say Thank you or they're sorry unless they really mean it."
"When I grow up," Ruth said, "I'm going to do without children. They're too much of a burden."
"Perhaps when the time comes," said one of the guards, "they'll find it's not as easy as it sounds."
Martin turned hopelessly to the boys. "Ben, don't you grow up. It isn't fun. Ben, I—I advise you not to grow up."
"Quit your kidding," Ben retorted. "What's biting you?"
"Ben!" exclaimed an indignant parent. "Where on earth do you pick up that way of talking. I'm amazed at you."
Martin saw it was too late. Already something
