Cousin Aurelia straightened up, bristling. "I have made up my mind," Charles went on. "I have done a lot of serious thinking." He pointed at the heavily framed neo-daguerreotype portraits on the walls. "Our ancestors rediscovered the only _true_ principles, those of the great Nineteenth Century. They brought the Second Victorian Age into being. Civilization reached its peak, its full flowering. But now all is crumbling before the poisonous onslaught of modernism. We who have not been corrupted must seek out a refuge. That, Cousin, is why I bought Sugar Plum." "Nonsense!" exclaimed Cousin Aurelia. "There may be changes everywhere else, but never in Boston." "Ha!" Charles looked at his watch. "Solomon!" he called out. The butler came bowing out of the DoItAll nook, where the servants stayed when they were switched off. He wore a swallowtail coat and knee-breeches, and had kinky white hair. Made to order, he was Cousin Aurelia's idea. [Illustration] "Yassuh, Marse Charles. Here Ah is." "Solomon," ordered Charles, "tune in Watson Widgett." Betty paled, uttering a polite little scream. "Are you _mad_?" cried Cousin Aurelia. "I've heard about him. I'll not have that man in _my_ home!" Charles squared his shoulders. "Cousin, may I remind you that _I_ am head of this house, and that we are _Victorians_? It's high time you found out what's going on. Solomon!" "Yass_uh_." There was a click from the DoItAll, a brief flash of light and a figure appeared in their midst, a cheerful young man in loose trousers and shirt, without coat, waistcoat, cravat, or even a pair of suspenders. He was grinning at Cousin Aurelia. "Boys and girls," he was saying, "Wyoming has outlawed corsets! The folks in Siskiyou, California, have given women the vote! And listen to this. The Bikini swimsuit--just a wisp and a twist--is back on the market!" He winked loathsomely. "Yes, indeed, our prize fake Victorians, our second-hand stuffed shirts, are due for a fall. Here's the best news today, from a cute little lady right here in old Boston." He unfolded a paper. "Dear Watsy, When I first found your program, I was a real Mrs. Biedermeyer. Marriage was something we gentlewomen tried to endure while we knitted an anti-macassar. It wasn't supposed to be fun. Then a friend tipped me off to your--" At this point, Cousin Aurelia emitted a shriek, rolled her eyes and crumpled to the carpet. Charles gestured and the commentator vanished with a click and a flash. Betty scurried out and returned with the smelling salts. Presently, Cousin Aurelia regained her senses, shivered, and said, "It's too awful for words. If it were not for Betty, I would surely have left long ago. As it is, I shall go where you go, to protect her, of course." Then she permitted Betty to help her to her feet and out of the room. "Solomon!" Charles called loudly. "Yassuh, Marse Charles." "Set the table for two," Charles commanded. "I shall dial the dinner myself."