not much." It kept on like that. Conn and his father tried several times to change the subject; each time Flora ignored the effort and returned to her diatribe. Finally, she put her plate and cup on the robot's tray and got to her feet. "I have to go," she said. "Maybe I can do something to keep some of these children from growing up to be Merlin-worshipers like their parents." She flung out of the room angrily. Mrs. Maxwell looked after her in distress. "And I thought it was going to be so nice, having breakfast together again," she lamented. Somehow the breakfast wasn't quite as good as he'd thought it was at
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