"Don't be superior," Laura said. "You're just saying that because you're used to traveling in a Patrol ship."
"No," said Guy earnestly. "It is still the same sky whether you look at it from a destroyer or a luxury liner."
"Some day I shall see for myself," said Laura definitely.
A faint, male roar called Mrs. Greggor's attention to the fact that her husband had mislaid his shirt studs. "I shall have to leave," she said. "Please pardon me—?"
"Certainly," responded Guy, jumping to his feet.
She smiled at him and left immediately.
"Laura," he said. "I've brought—" and he opened the little flat plastic box and held out his senior executive's insignia.
"I'm glad," she said. "Father told me you were being raised in rank."
"That's why I'm here," he answered, a little let down that all of his surprises were more or less expected. "You'll do me the honor?"
"I'd be angry if I weren't permitted," said Laura casually. "Stand close, Guy. You're quite tall, you know."