"We're waiting for you to get well," explained Teddy, with a smile at Evelyn. "It isn't considered good form to have a groomsman who's a cripple." "Groomsman? Who? What? You two?" Davis stared from one to the other. Teddy nodded, and Evelyn turned slightly pink. Davis turned to Teddy. "They tell me you and I are to be impressively decorated for smashing Varrhus," he complained, "and there'll be moving pictures taken of it and shown everywhere. I want to be a touching picture, all wounded up, you know, when that happens. A girl threw me over about six months ago and she likes the movies. When she sees me beautifully mangled and being kissed by bearded people who pin medals on me she'll be sorry. Mayn't I wear a crutch until then?" Teddy laughed, and Evelyn smiled affectionately at Davis. "If it's like that, of course," said Evelyn, "we'll wait. But Teddy's in an awful hurry." "I would be, too, in his place," said Davis promptly. He assumed an expression of extreme reluctance. "Well, I suppose I'll have to get well." Teddy shamelessly squeezed Evelyn's hand, and she as shamelessly squeezed back. "There are compensations for having to wait," said Teddy generously, "provided, of course, it isn't too long." Davis looked at them and his eyes twinkled. "Well, then, in that case----" He started for the rear of the house. "Where are you going?" Davis looked over his shoulder with a grin. "You people compensate each other for waiting," he said amiably. "_I'm_ going to go out in the laboratory and kiss the galvanometer." End of Project Gutenberg's A Thousand Degrees Below Zero, by Murray Leinster