Then suddenly he was awakened again. Momma was there; and Poppa. And Sven. But they all seemed different somehow this morning. Momma had been crying, even though she was smiling bravely now. And Poppa seemed to have a new softness that he'd seldom seen before. Sven was looking puzzled. "I still say, Pop, that he's a genius. He _must_ have known what he was doing." "Oley," Poppa's voice was husky--gruff, but kinder and softer than usual. "I want you to answer me carefully. But understand that it's all right either way. I just want you to tell me. Why did you put the ice pick through the stove cable? You saved my life, you know. But I'd like to know how you knew how." Little Oley grinned. His world was peaceful and wonderful now. And all the big adults were bending and leaning down and talking to him. "Nice neatle," he said. "Big electric. Poppa needed shorts." Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from _Analog Science Fact & Fiction_ January 1964. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note. The word _nubilous_ appears in place of the originally printed _nubient_.