"And that is...?" asked Marguerite drily. "Polygamy, of course. He must belong to us all." Betsy shuddered but, surprisingly, she nodded. "That's well and good," agreed Marguerite, "but we have to agree that no one of us will be favored above the others. He has to understand that from the start." "That's fair," said Alice, pursing her lips. "Yes, that's fair. But I agree with Marguerite: he must be divided equally among the four of us." Chattering over the details, the hard competitiveness vanished from their tones, the four left the sickroom to prepare supper. * * * * * After supper they went back in. Herbert stood by the bed, the eternal smile of service on his metal face. As always, Herbert had not required a direct command to accede to their wishes. The man was divided into four quarters, one for each of them. It was a very neat surgical job. END Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from _If Worlds of Science Fiction_ June 1958. 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. End of Project Gutenberg's Service with a Smile, by Charles Louis Fontenay