There is a sort of Müesli in the House, called “d’Spys”, and Milk. The three of you combine them artfully and munch together peacefully, waiting for the others to wake up and come downstairs.

Pretty soon a smallish person in a dark blue Uniform is strutting casually down to the Breakfast Table, lookin' casual like, just walkin' to breakfast no big deal like. You try to place where you have seen the Uniform — short pants, close-fitting jacket, bow tie, and severely high-heeled shoes — but you cannot remember. He—

He?

Hm.

What