It's going to destroy the Proportions of Things. It's going to

dislocate--What isn't it going to dislocate?"

Whatever it dislocates," said Redwood, "my little boy must have the

Food."

They heard some one falling rapidly upstairs. Then Cossar put his head

into the fiat. "Hullo!" he said at their expressions, and entering,

Well?"

They told him about the Princess.

"Difficult question!" he remarked. "Not a bit of it. She'll grow.

Your boy'll grow. All the others you give it to 'll grow. Everything.

Like anything. What's difficult about that? That's all right. A child

could tell you that. Where's the bother?"

They tried to make it clear to him.

"Not go on with it!" he shrieked. "But--! You can't help yourselves

now. It's what you're for. It's what Winkles is for. It's all right.

Often wondered what Winkles was for. Now it's obvious. What's the

trouble?

Disturbance? Obviously. Upset things? Upset everything.

Finally--upset every human concern. Plain as a pikestaff. They're going

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