a sheepish glance at her brother. "Say
Jason, how did the feelie end up?"

Jason was indignant. "Now listen, Robee, ain't you had enough? You heard
the doc say that last was like to kill you."

"Please, Jason, there's nothin' wrong with you jus' _tellin'_ me."

"It's almost as bad. You still get yourself all flittered up."

"That's because nobody can tell a story like you do, the way you act it
out an' all."

"Ah don't act it out. Ah jus' tell it."

"Well _you_ might call it tellin' but everybody home says it's jus' like
a feelie when you do it. An' don't pretend you don't know it, brother
Jay, an' enjoy it too!"

* * * * *

Jason did not tell the ending of the feelie; he recreated it. He was the
monster slurching across the floor toward her, step by scraping step and
in spite of her fist on her mouth a tiny nervous scream escaped Robina.
Jason wanted to stop then but she badgered him into continuing. Now he
was the hero, Gregg Mason, battling the unspeakable fiend and she
shivered uncontrollably as she watched them struggle to the death. In a
last, desperate, superhuman effort, Gregg's hands clawed into the
monster's body and ripped out the foul, quivering heart of it. The
creature twisted to the ground and perished in its own slime. Gregg,
torn and bleeding and with shock-frozen eyes, turned and staggered into
the arms of Robina.

"Oh, Gregg, Gregg," Robina cried in relief, the tears streaming down her
face.

"It's okay, Joan," he said comforting her, "okay. It's all over now.
C'mon now, Joan, get out from behind those tears so you can see how much
Ah love you. Everything's all right."

"Oh, Gregg!" A weak smile broke through.

Gregg enfolded Joan in his arms and pressed his mouth against her eager
lips.

"What are you two _doing_?!!" a shocked voice exclaimed from the open
door.

* * * * *

Gregg and Joan were blown away by the sound like spindrift before the
wind. Jason and Robina slowly came apart to see Mr. Lemson and another
man coming into the room.

"What is the matter with you both?" Mr. Lemson spoke again. "Aren't you
in enough trouble now?"

"Let me handle this, Cy," the other man said stepping forward. "I'm Bob
Herschell," he said smiling and radiating friendliness at the
youngsters. "Would you please tell me exactly what you were doing before
we came in here?"

"Weren't doin' nothin'," Jason said belligerently.

"Shade