"Oh, I feel much better. As if I don't have to try so hard."
"I'm glad, Avis. Miss Dupont, better have a sedative ready when her father sees her. I think he'll need it."
"And her mother?" asked the nurse practically.
"She'll probably want a drink to celebrate. Give her one."
Dr. Kalmar's prognosis was correct, only it didn't go far enough. His young assistant from Earth had come scooting out of his disquietingly large quarters and was jittering in the office when they entered.
"Is that the pretty girl who was waiting when we came in?" he yelped in outrage. "What have you done to her?"