'It isn't the time for that, my dear,' said Oliver Barrett the Third, with an "Ask me, ask me!" look on his face.
'What's this, Father?' I asked, just to please him.
'Nothing important, son.'
'I don't know how you can say that,' said my mother. She
turned to me. 'Your father is going to be Head of the Peace
Corps.'
'Oh,' I said.
'Oh!' said Jenny in a different, happier kind of voice.
'Well done, Mr Barrett.' She gave me a hard look.
'Yes. Well done, sir,' I said at last.