“Whooee! You boys is havin' yourselves a good time, ain't you?”

Isabella herself, being unmarried, had led a life of tabbyhood—one of their mother's quainter terms.

Many of these robots are capable of tracking the sun like a photovore, and thus stay alive. At night, they go into a dormant state.

The house seemed unfamiliar in the dark stormy light; the red and purple glass of the front door made livid bruises on the linoleum; the green chenille curtain was like a veil of seaweed.