"If you must, I suppose you must," Andy admitted grudgingly. "Where are you going now?"
"Back to Hrom's house to lie down."
"Tell her I'll mind the baby," Blahrog called after her.
As she closed the door, she heard Andy say, "Gentlemen, if you'll supply the Throatduster, I'll give it a try."
"It's awfully quiet," Hrom said doubtfully, looking around at the Felician spaceport. "Look at the tannery chimneys. No smoke."
Miss Featherpenny, her mouth in good repair, glanced into the bar as they passed it. "Only two shippers," she said. "There are usually dozens."
"They must have stopped production entirely," Hrom said.
"Maybe Andy thought of something."
"I wonder if Papa brought the car down for us."