"Peter," she said quietly and very sincerely, "I'd hate to hurt your feelings, but I'm afraid that ... that--" her magnificent voice trailed off weakly as she fumbled with the pint-sized diamond on her left hand. Peter patted her shoulder. "I am glad you are a sensible woman," he told her. "I'm rather taken up with Joan, you know." "Then what can we do?" cried Marie. "I don't know," grumbled Peter. "This is the way I see it; he's ... uh ... our grandson, and--" he looked at her curiously. "Uh ... what's the matter?" he asked suspiciously. Her laughter came bubbling up from below the surface and it tinkled across the apartment like the sound and fragrance of a bubbling fountain. It was a genuine laugh deep and hearty and just long enough to be enjoyed. Then she explained: "I'm sorry--not really sorry about laughing, I mean, but look, Peter, have you ever considered that you and I have been formally introduced by our grandson?" "It sounds slightly indecent to me," grumbled Peter. Marie shook her head. "If anything," she said quietly and sincerely, "is _fait-accompli_ it is the very definite person of--our grandson." "I'd been psychopathically avoiding that," he said. "Trying to ignore it." "It looks," she began in a trapped voice, "as though we're stuck. If that bird is really our grandson, we might as well give in. Come here, Peter, and hold my hand." He took her hand gingerly. "You may kiss me, Peter." "Thanks," he said dryly, "I'll keep your offer open until a more propitious date. Meanwhile, Miss Baker, I'll continue to feel slightly angry at being told what to do; when to do it; and with whom. Even though the Book of Acts is complete down to the final decimal." Marie laughed cheerfully again. He looked at her curiously. She stopped laughing. She leaned forward gracefully and offered him her right hand again. "Shake," she said. He shook. "Now," she said seriously, "let's at least be friends. I'm not inclined to take to being hurled at any man's head. I might add 'either.' But if this Book of Acts is the complete thing it seems to be, we'll find it out soon enough. But," she said leaning back against the divan, "I won't marry any man I do not love. And I happen to love Tony." Peter nodded. "I happen to love Joan Willson," he said. "Until I change, we'll let it continue that way." "O.K.," chuckled Marie Baker. "Gin Rummy!" "Right," said Peter reaching for a deck of cards. * * * * * Graydon looked at Hedgerly across the top of his glass. "If you're from the future," he said, "you could do some real chipper things." Hedgerly nodded. "I know what you're thinking," he said. "You believe that I have the advance dope on the stock market and other items for speculation." "Well?" "I have. Of course, my time happens to be some sixty years after now, understand?" "Perhaps, what are you driving at?"