"Pack nothing," laughed Christine. "I've packed. For all three of us. All we need is our furs until we get to Canalopsis. Then," she added happily, "we can dress in light clothing. I'm beginning to hate cold weather."
"How about passage?" asked Barney. "Or did you—"
Christine nodded. "The Martian Girl leaves Canalopsis in about three hours. We pause at Mojave, Terra, for six hours, and thence to Venus Equilateral on the special trip that takes Christmas stuff out there."
Jim Baler shrugged. "I think we've been jockeyed," he said. "Come on, Barney, needs must when a woman drives."
"The quotation pertains to the devil," objected Barney.
"No difference," said Jim, and then he ducked the pillow that Christine threw at him.
A half hour later they were heading for Canalopsis.
"Walt?" smiled Arden. "Oh, sure, Walt's fine."
"Then—?"