"Unless you change the styles," Andy said flatly, "that is impossible." * * * * * Miss Featherpenny, realizing that they were starting over the same ground, slipped out the door and walked over to visit Hrom. "So Papa admitted it," Hrom said, after Miss Featherpenny had admired the baby, and been shown over the house. "I almost told you myself, when I first met you." "You told me enough to let me guess the rest," Miss Featherpenny said. "Have some olgan seed cakes," Hrom offered. "Why didn't you tell Mr. Stephens?" Miss Featherpenny took a cake. "Partly because of his almighty attitude, and partly because I was on your.... Ow!" She clapped a hand hastily to her jaw. "What's wrong?" Hrom asked, alarmed. "Broke a tooth," Miss Featherpenny muttered, her face contorted. "Does it hurt much?" Hrom's question was part sympathy and part curiosity. Miss Featherpenny nodded. "I'll have to find a dentist right away." "What's a dentist?" "Man who fixes your teeth." "But we don't have teeth," Hrom said. "I forgot," Miss Featherpenny moaned. "Oh, Lord, I guess I'll have to go all the way back to Earth." Hrom shook her head. "There are a lot of Earthers living on Darius IV. They must have a dentist. There's a ship every morning." "Fine," Miss Featherpenny gasped. "Can I get you something for the pain? Would an aspirtran help?" "I'd better have two. Thanks." "Here. Take the bottle with you." Hrom was frowning worriedly. "My, I'm glad we don't have teeth." "I'll have to tell Andy--Mr. Stephens--that I'm leaving." Inspiration dawned on Hrom's face. "I've hardly been out of the house since the baby was born. I'll leave him with my husband's mother and go with you." "I'd be glad of the company," Miss Featherpenny admitted. "Good. I'll find out what time the ship leaves, and tell Mother Klagom about the treat she's got coming. You go tell Mr. Stephens and then come back here for the night." Miss Featherpenny heard them shouting before she opened the council chamber door. "I suggest," Andy was saying, "that you either change the styles or go back to the tourist business." She pushed the door open. "Mr. Stephens," Blahrog said mildly, "the last time calamity was upon us, you solved the problem by drinking Throatduster until you got an idea. May I suggest that you try again?" "Andy," Miss Featherpenny whispered. "Well?" he snapped. "I broke a tooth. I'm going over to Darius IV tomorrow, with Hrom, to have it fixed." "Why Darius IV?" Andy demanded. "What's the matter with Felician dentists?" "What's Hrom going to do with boy?" Blahrog demanded. "Hrom's leaving the baby with Mrs. Klagom," Miss Featherpenny answered, "and there aren't any Felician dentists." "Mrs. Klagom is a silly woman," Blahrog disapproved. "She would do better to leave him with me." "If you must, I suppose you must," Andy admitted grudgingly. "Where are you going now?" "Back to Hrom's house to lie down."