"You don't yet see what that problem is. I've been adding two and two together for weeks, and can't get any other answer than four. And if two and two are four, Kit has got to tackle Boskone--the _real_ Boskone; the one that I never did and very probably never can reach." "No, Kim--no!" she almost shrieked. "Not Kit, Kim--he's just a boy!" Kinnison waited, wordless. She got up, crossed the room to him. He put his arm around her in the old but ever new gesture. "Lensman's load, Chris," he said, quietly. "Of course," she replied then, as quietly. "It was a shock at first, coming after all these years, but ... if it has to be, it must. But he doesn't ... surely we can help him, Kim?" "Surely." The man's arm tightened. "When he hits space I go back to work. So do Nadreck and Worsel and Tregonsee. So do you, if your kind of a job turns up. And with us Gray Lensmen to do the blocking, and with Kit to carry the ball--" His thought died away. "I'll say so," she breathed. Then: "But you won't call me, I know, unless you absolutely _have_ to ... and to give up you and Kit both ... why did we have to be Lensmen, Kim?" she protested, rebelliously. "Why couldn't we have been ground-grippers? You used to growl that thought at me before I knew what a Lens really meant--" "Vell, some of us has got be der first violiners in der orchestra," Kinnison misquoted, in an attempt at lightness. "Ve can't all push vind t'rough der trombone." "I suppose that's true." The Red Lensman's somber air deepened. "Well, we were going to start for Tellus today, anyway, to see Kit graduate. This doesn't change that." * * * * * And in a distant room four tall, shapely, auburn-haired, startlingly identical girls stared at each other briefly, then went _en rapport_; for their mother had erred greatly in saying that the breakfast room was screened against their minds. Nothing was or could be screened against them: they could think above, below, or, by sufficient effort, straight through any thought-screen that had ever been designed. Nothing in which they were interested was safe from them, and they were interested in practically everything. "Kay, we've got ourselves a job!" Kathryn, older by minutes than Karen, excluded pointedly the younger twins, Camilla and Constance--"Cam" and "Con". "At last!" Karen exclaimed. "I've been wondering what we were born for, with nine-tenths of our minds so deep down that nobody except Kit even knows they're there and so heavily blocked that we can't let even each other in without a conscious effort. This is it. We'll go places now, Kat, and really do things." "What do you mean _you'll_ go places and do things?" Con demanded indignantly. "Do you think for a second that you've got jets enough to blast _us_ out of all the fun?" "Certainly," Kat said, equably. "You're too young."