"Bill," said Mr. Ames, his face happier than I'd ever seen it before, "your wedding day is next Saturday. And that's from a man who knows—from the present and future boss of the Ames household. And you can take my new space-cruiser for your honeymoon."
He stood up and stuck out his hand and I shook it.
"And Bill," he added wistfully. "If you should stop on any planetoids, and see any peculiar-looking species of lichen—"