We were both born the same night, you see, and that star was lots more consequence than I was.

But, then, that's Father all over.
And that's one of the things, I think, that bothers Mother.

I heard her say once to Father that she didn't see why, when there were so many, many stars, a paltry one or two more need to be made such a fuss about.

And _I_ don't, either.
But Father just groaned, and shook his head, and threw up his hands, and looked _so_ tired.

And that's all he said.