"Not quite," said Miss Featherpenny.
"Quiet field, Felician shoes?"
"Nope," said Miss Featherpenny.
"You're an aggravating woman," Andy said sweetly, "but you do have nice legs."
"What about Elysian fields?" Miss Featherpenny suggested.
Andy tasted it. "Elysian fields, Felician shoes." He tried to sit up again. "You got all that down?" he demanded.
"Yes," Miss Featherpenny lied. She had it in her head, but not on the steno pad.
"Then get somebody to send it off so we can find out if it's good enough. And come back soon." He wobbled on his elbow. "You do have...."
"I think I'd better attend to sending it personally." Miss Featherpenny opened the door. "You rest until you feel better."
Blahrog had gone, but Hrom was waiting for her. She looked more like a Christmas fairy than usual. A mischievous one.