The technician looked surprised and hurt. "No?"

"No," repeated Andrew Young. "I don't want it fancied up. I want it

a simple lump of make-believe. No wonder the children of today have

no imagination. Modern toys entertain them with a bag of tricks that

leave the young'uns no room for imagination. They couldn't possibly

think up, on their own, all the screwy things these new toys do.

Built-in responses and implied consciousness and all such mechanical

trivia...."

"You just want a stuffed fabric," said the technician, sadly, "with

jointed arms and legs."

"Precisely," agreed Young.

"You're sure you want fabric, sir? I could do a neater job in plastics."

"Fabric," Young insisted firmly, "and it must be scratchy."

"Scratchy, sir?"

"Sure. You know. Bristly. So it scratches when you rub your face

against it."

"But no one in his right mind would want to rub his face...."

"I would," said Andrew Young. "I fully intend to do so."

"As you wish, sir," the technician answered, beaten now.

"When you get it done," said Young, "I have some other things in mind."

"Other things?" The technician looked wildly about, as if seeking some

escape.

"A high chair," said Young. "And a crib. And a woolly dog. And buttons."

"Buttons?" asked the technician. "What are buttons?"

"I'll explain it all to you," Young told him airily. "It all is very

simple."

* * * * *

It seemed, when Andrew Young came into the room, that Riggs and

Stanford had been expecting him, had known that he was coming and had

been waiting for him.

He wasted no time on preliminaries or formalities.

They know, he told himself. They know, or they have guessed. They would

be watching me. Ever since I brought in my petition, they have been

watching me, wondering what I would be thinking, trying to puzzle out

what I might do next. They know every move I've made, they know about

the toys and the furniture and all the other things. And I don't need

to tell them what I plan to do.

"I need some help," he said, and they nodded soberly, as if they had

guessed he needed help.

"I want to build a house," he explained. "A big house. Much larger than

the usual house."

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