She began to amuse herself by planning the article she would write when back on Terra. "How I escaped from Paradise" might do it. Or "Prison-breaking in Paradise." Or perhaps "Greenhaven or Green Hell." _Whatever I call it_, she promised herself, _I'll skin them alive. And I'll find a way to send the judge and the warden copies of it, too!_ Maybe, she pondered, it might even be better to stretch it out to a whole book and get someone to do a series of unflattering cartoons of Greenie characters. The cord jerked at her wrist. She realized that she had fallen behind again, and made an apologetic face at Willard when he looked back. "Don't do that!" he hissed. "They'll wonder why I tolerate disrespect." "Sorry!" said Maria, shrugging unrepentantly. "You take this pretty seriously, don't you." "You'd better take it seriously yourself," he growled. "It's your neck as much as mine!" He glared at a young Greenie who had glanced curiously from the opposite side of the avenue. The abashed citizen hastily averted his eyes. Willard gave the cord a significant twitch and strode on. They turned another corner, to the right this time, and went along a narrow side street for about two hundred yards. Waiting for a moment when he might meet as few people as possible, Willard crossed to the other side. A little further on, he led the way into what could almost be termed an alley. Willard stopped. "Now, we are going into this small food shop," he informed Maria. "You would call it a cafe or restaurant on Terra. It will seem normal enough for an officer to provide his charge with food for a journey, so that will be reasonable." "Is the food any better than what I've been getting?" asked Maria. "It doesn't matter. We won't stop there, since it would be impolite to inflict the sight of you upon honest citizens at their meal. I shall request a private room, and the keeper will lead us to the rear." "Humph! Well if that's the way it is, then that's the way it is. So in the eyes of an honest Greenie I'm something to spoil his appetite. What can I do about that?" "What you can do is keep that big, flexible, active mouth of yours _shut_!" declared Willard. "Otherwise, I shall simply drop the end of the cord and take off. You can find your own way out." "I'm sorry," apologized Maria, a shade too meekly. "I promise I'll be oh-so-good. Do you want me to kneel down and lick your boots? Or will it be enough if I open a vein in the soup?" "It will be enough if I get out of this without committing murder," mumbled Willard. "Now, the expression is fine; just wipe that grin off your mind and well go in!" He pulled her along the few yards to the entrance of the food shop. He opened the door and entered. Maria followed at the respectful distance.