"The little hag, you mean," Miss Toujours muttered under her breath, but loudly enough for Grandma Perkins to hear. "Why, hello, Miss Toujours. And Mr. Carlton too. I hope you'll forgive me for this afternoon. I've found out who you were, you see." "Of course we forgive you, Mrs. Jerkins," Darling said throatily, baring her teeth like a feline. "My name is Perkins," Grandma smiled. "I hope you don't mind, Toujours, but you know, you remind me a great deal of my grandniece, Agatha. She was undoubtedly the most lovely child I've ever seen." "Why, thank you, Mrs. Perkins," Darling purred, starting to preen just a bit. Anything could be forgiven someone who complimented her. "Of course, Agatha never was quite bright," Grandma said as she turned her head aside as if in sorrow. "They were all set to put her in an institution when she ran off and married the lizard man in a carnival. I believe she's still appearing in the show as the bearded lady. A pity. She was so pretty, just like you." Darling Toujours muttered a few choice words under her breath. "But we must all make the best of things as they come. That's what Omar, my husband, used to say." Grandma paused to wipe away a small tear that had gotten lodged in one of her eyes. "That reminds me," she said finally, "I've got a three dimensional picture of Omar right here. And pictures of all my children, my ten lovely children. I brought them with me specially tonight because I thought you might want to look at them. Now, where did I put them?" Grandma opened her purse and began rummaging around in its voluminous confines. Darling and Carlton exchanged horrified glances and then rose silently and tip-toed out of the lounge. Grandma looked up from her search. "Oh, my, they seem to have gone." Johnny Weaver, who had been clearing one of the nearby tables, put down a stack of dirty dishes and came over to her. "I'd like to see the pictures, Grandma." "Oh, that's very nice of you, Johnny, but--" she said quickly. "Really I would, Grandma. Where are they?" "I--" She stopped and the devilment showed in her eyes. Her withered little face pursed itself into a smile. "There aren't any pictures, Johnny. I don't carry any. I know their faces all so well I don't have to. But any time I want to get rid of somebody I just offer to show them pictures of my family. You'd be surprised how effective it is." Johnny laughed. "Why are you going to Earth, anyway, Grandma?" The old woman sighed. "It's a long story, Johnny, but you just sit down and I'll tell it to you." "I can't sit down in the lounge, but I'll be glad to stand up and listen."