The redhead flung herself on a cot and groaned.
"What a day!" she said.
"It wasn't so bad," said Cleveland, looking in the mirror and feeling better about the looks of her hair.
"Wasn't that questionnaire a beauty?" said the blonde girl, this time wearing a purple sweater. "'Please check your birth certificate when giving age,'" she quoted. "You know, I don't think they trust us."
"That domestic science test wasn't too hard," said the brunette.
"At least I didn't burn everything," said the redhead. "But did you get a load of that cooking equipment? I swear, I haven't seen junk like that since I went to an antique auction in New Jersey."
"Well, I guess they just don't have modern facilities—"
"You can say that again! Back home, we just put the food in the gadget, press the button, and whammo. This stuff is practically primitive."
"Say, did you see the face on that Captain Lester when he tasted that strawberry cake of mine?"
"Gee, he's cute. If I was running this thing, I'd make it a law that nice-looking guys like him get Earthbound jobs—"