After a while I went over and scratched its ears and it liked that and then it went over to the table and looked at the Scrabble. I thought wouldn't it be funny if it could play but it couldn't. But it could spell! It had hands like claws with long black fingernails and fur on them (the fingers) and it pushed the letters around so they spelled Name and I spelled out Marie.
Then I spelled out Who are you and it spelled Gizl.
Then I spelled How old are you and it put all the blank spaces together.
I said Where do you live and it spelled Here. Then I changed to Where do you come from and it pointed to the blanks again.
The gizl went away before Mom and Dad came home and I didn't tell them about it but I'll tell Grandfather Bendy because he understands better about things like the time I had an invisible friend.
Don Cort went to bed in the dormitory at Cavalier with the surprised realization that it had been only twenty-four hours since Superior took off. It seemed more like a week. When he woke up the floating town was over New York.
Some high-flying skywriters were at work. Welcome Superior—Drink Pepsi-Cola their message said.
Don dressed quickly and hurried to the brink. Alis Garet was there among a little crowd, bundled up in a parka.
"Is that the Hudson River?" she asked him. "Where's the Empire State Building?"