"He's around," said Mink evasively. "You'll make fun. Everybody pokes fun. Gee, darn."
"Is Drill shy?"
"Yes. No. In a way. Gosh, Mom, I got to run if we want to have the Invasion!"
"Who's invading what?"
"Martians invading Earth. Well, not exactly Martians. They're--I don't know. From up." She pointed with her spoon.
"Andinside," said Mom, touching Mink's feverish brow.
Mink rebelled. "You're laughing! You'll kill Drill and everybody."
"I didn't mean to," said Mom. "Drill's a Martian?"
"No. He's--well--maybe from Jupiter or Saturn or Venus. Anyway, he's had a hard time."
"I imagine." Mrs. Morris hid her mouth behind her hand.
"They couldn't figure a way to attack Earth."
"We're impregnable," said Mom in mock seriousness. "That's the word Drill used! Impreg---- That was the word, Mom."
"My, my, Drill's a brilliant little boy. Two-bit words."
"They couldn't figure a way to attack, Mom. Drill says--he says in order to make a good fight you got to have a new way of surprising people. That way you win. And he says also you got to have help from your enemy."
"A fifth column," said Mom.
"Yeah. That's what Drill said. And they couldn't figure a way to surprise Earth or get help."
"No wonder. We're pretty darn strong." Mom laughed, cleaning up. Mink sat there, staring at the table, seeing what she was talking about.
"Until, one day," whispered Mink melodramatically, "they thought of children!"
"Well!"said Mrs. Morris brightly.
"And they thought of how grownups are so busy they never look under rosebushes or on lawns!"
"Only for snails and fungus."
"And then there's something about dim-dims."
"Dim-dims?"
"Dimens-shuns."
"Dimensions?"
"Four of 'em! And there's something about kids under nine and imagination. It's real funny to hear Drill talk."
Mrs. Morris was tired. "Well, it must be funny. You're keeping Drill waiting now. It's getting late in the day and, if you want to have your Invasion before your supper bath, you'd better jump."
"Do I have to take a bath?" growled Mink.
"You do. Why is it children hate water? No matter what age you live in children hate water behind the ears!"
"Drill says I won't have to take baths," said Mink.