Both women were conscious when they reached the spaceport. Socrates smiled at Mrs. Entwhistle.
"Yes sir, you're a lucky young lady."
"Lucky? I feel almost dead."
"Ridiculous! You were the only tourist ever taken through that ring, the crepe ring. You'll be famous. Wait until you tell all your friends. I only took you because you seemed so obviously brave...."
"Go ahead," Norma chided, "pile it on, pile it on—"
Socrates told her, in his severest tones, that he'd get to her later. After that, he was busy bringing the little ship down on Mimas' one spacefield.
Mr. Entwhistle and Farquhart met them when they landed. The smaller, thinner man seemed worried, but now he took his wife's hand and asked her, "How did you like it?"
Socrates waited breathlessly. If Farquhart found out....
"I loved it!" Mrs. Entwhistle fairly shrieked. "Wait until you hear, Arnold—and wait until we get back to Earth. We'll leave at once, on tomorrow's liner. After I tell Aunt Sophie—"
"See?" Socrates turned to Farquhart.