"On the contrary," he said, "wish nothing of the kind."
"Why not?" she asked.
"Because Ullbrig would miss you so. Angels' visits are few and far between, and when they come they don't bring bottles. Be what you are," he told her. "A lay angel."
"Don't you believe in real angels?" Pam asked him ingenuously. "Dr. Anderson does n't."
The Spawer smiled.
"Kindness is the greatest angel in the world," he said, and looked at her. "I believe in kindness."
"So do I," said Pam.
"And do you never, never get tired of doing kind actions?" he asked her curiously. "... Surely you must."
Pam gave him a quick look and dropped her lip, as though a little lead-weight of admission were upon it.
"Sometimes I do," she admitted, and turned her face away from him as though the thought of her own offend-ing troubled her. "But somehow ... kind acts always seem to pay for themselves, don't you think?"