"Practically," Miss Featherpenny said. "It's Felix II again." She handed over the sheaf of papers. "Why didn't you tell me about this yesterday?" Andy muttered, reading them. "I thought I could handle it." Miss Featherpenny made a face. "Until I got that answer this morning." "It sounds like typical Felician thinking," Andy said. "There's no sense trying to argue by mail." He sighed. "You'd better reserve a first-class passage for me on the first ship out." "Can't I go?" Miss Featherpenny asked. "Who'd run the office?" "The stenos can stack stuff until we get back." Miss Featherpenny looked wistful. "I was in on the beginning of it. I want to see it through. Besides, I'd like to see Hrom again." "Oh, all right," Andy agreed. "Make it two first class." * * * * * Blahrog was waiting on the long porch of the space port dining room. "Have a nice trip?" he asked. "What's all this about not changing the shoe styles?" Andy countered. "As I told you in the message," Blahrog said impatiently, "We make our shoes in the best possible shapes for the feet that will wear them. There isn't any good reason to change them." "You can't sell people two pairs of identical shoes," Andy insisted. "You might be able to sell them if you changed them," Miss Featherpenny added, sounding reasonable. "Save your arguments for the Everking," Blahrog said. "Come on to the car." "Car?" Miss Featherpenny exclaimed. "The Everking's?" "No, mine." Blahrog couldn't keep the pride out of his voice. "There are nearly two hundred cars on Felix II." Andy went over the same ground in the presence of the Everking. It didn't help. The Everking, his minister and his Debators were solidly against changing the shoes. The ethics of the Cobblers' Guild were involved. "If you won't follow Planetary Promotions' advice," he said at last, "the company can't be responsible for the outcome." He glared at the assembly. "In other words, the guarantee clause is cancelled." There was an indignant and concerned buzz from the audience. Blahrog got up. "Your Foreverness," he said, "honorable members of the government, Mr. Stephens. Three Earth years ago, Felix II gathered together all the money the government could find, and bought a contract with Planetary Promotions." He paused and shuffled his feet. "We did not expect the contract to be fulfilled. We needed money, and two for one would keep us going while we attempted to educate the young to be immune to the tourists. Of course, if Planetary Promotions found a way for us to be self-supporting without tourists, we would be equally pleased." "I thought so," Miss Featherpenny murmured. "Really," Andy said. "Why didn't you let me in on it?" Blahrog cleared his throat to indicate that he wasn't through. "Since a way was found," he continued, "Felician self respect and content has increased along with Felician prosperity." He glanced uneasily at Andy. "We would like to continue as we are going."