"They won't trust me in the nursery alone, because I tried to get a growth curve out of Georgina Phyllis--you know--and how I'm to give him a second dose--" "Need you ?" "He's been crying two days--can't get on with his ordinary food again, anyhow.

He wants some more now." "Tell Winkles." "Hang Winkles!" said Redwood.
"You might get at Winkles and give him powders to give the child--" "That's about what I shall have to do," said Redwood, resting his chin on his fist and staring into the fire.
Bensington stood for a space smoothing the down on the breast of the giant chick.

"They will be monstrous fowls," he said.
"They will," said Redwood, still with his eyes on the glow.
"Big as horses," said Bensington.
"Bigger," said Redwood.

"That's just it!" Bensington turned away from the specimen.

"Redwood," he said, "these fowls are going to create a sensation." Redwood nodded his head at the fire.
"And by Jove!" said Bensington, coming round suddenly with a flash in his spectacles, "so will your little boy!" "That's just what I'm thinking of," said Redwood.
He sat back, sighed, threw his unconsumed cigarette into the fire and thrust his hands deep into his trousers pockets.