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“How nice! I knew they were sweet little creatures!”

Rhadampsicus hesitated a moment.

“From the male’s mind I gather something else. Since the crew of this space yacht was incapacitated, and they were—ah—not employed on it, he and your female will bring it safely to port, and, I gather that they have a claim to great reward. Ah—it is something they call ‘salvage.’ He plans to use it to secure other rewards he calls ‘patents’ and they expect to live happily ever after.”

“And,” cried Nodalictha gleefully, “from the female’s mind I know that she is very proud of him, because she doesn’t know that you designed all the instruments he made, darling. She’s speaking to him now, telling him she loves him very dearly.”

Then Nodalictha blushed a little, because in a faraway space yacht Cathy had kissed Lon Simpson. The process seemed highly indecorous to Nodalictha, so recently a bride.

“Yes,” said Rhadampsicus, drily. “He is returning the compliment. It is quaint to think of such small creatures—Ha! Nodalictha, you should be pleased again. He is telling her that they will be married when they reach Earth, and that she shall have a white dress and a veil and a train. But I am afraid we cannot follow to witness the ceremony.”