I wish he wouldn’t. It would be pretty nasty for us if he got himself into the newspapers with it.’”
Ramón laughed.
“Little boys,” he said, “are like little gramaphones. They only talk according to the record that’s put into them.”
“You don’t believe out of the mouths of babes and sucklings,” said Carlota bitterly.
“Why Carlota, the babes and sucklings don’t get much chance. Their mothers and their teachers turn them into little gramaphones from the first, so what can they do, but say and feel according to the record the mother and teacher puts into them. Perhaps in the time of Christ, babes and sucklings were not so perfectly exploited by their elders.”
Suddenly, however, the smile went off his face. He rose up, and pointed to the door.
“Go away,” he said in a low tone. “Go away!