Я, Робот
Robbie
Tentimesintheensuingweek,hecried,"Robbiestays,andthat’sfinal!"andeachtimeitwasweakerandaccompaniedbyalouderandmoreagonizedgroan.
Camethedayatlast,whenWestonapproachedhisdaughterguiltilyandsuggesteda"beautiful"visivoxshowinthevillage.
Gloriaclappedherhandshappily,"CanRobbiego?"
"No,dear,"hesaid,andwincedatthesoundofhisvoice,"theywon’tallowrobotsatthevisivox–butyoucantellhimallaboutitwhenyougethome."Hestumbledalloverthelastfewwordsandlookedaway.
Gloriacamebackfromtownbubblingoverwithenthusiasm,forthevisivoxhadbeenagorgeousspectacleindeed.
Shewaitedforherfathertomaneuverthejet-carintothesunkengarage,"WaittillItellRobbie,Daddy.Hewouldhavelikeditlikeanything.-EspeciallywhenFrancisFranwasbackingawayso-o-oquietly,andbackedrightintooneoftheLeopard-Menandhadtorun."Shelaughedagain,"Daddy,aretherereallyLeopard-MenontheMoon?"
"Probablynot,"saidWestonabsently."It’sjustfunnymake-believe."Hecouldn’ttakemuchlongerwiththecar.He’dhavetofaceit.
Gloriaranacrossthelawn."Robbie.-Robbie!"
Thenshestoppedsuddenlyatthesightofabeautifulcolliewhichregardedheroutofseriousbrowneyesasitwaggeditstailontheporch.
"Oh,whatanicedog!"Gloriaclimbedthesteps,approachedcautiouslyandpattedit."Isitforme,Daddy?"
