"I knew I recognized you," Nancy said, turning a third through the book. "My Uncle Maxwell when he graduated from Mars-Yale." She slid the picture out and held it toward Holman, but he didn't take it. Shandy said, "Hated to see you go." Come to think of it, Holman thought, he does just repeat things people are always saying. Setting the book beside the flowers, Nancy said, "What are you really, Shandy? I've never had a chance to talk to you before, except in a one-sided sort of way." Shandy folded his hands and uncrossed his legs. "I don't remember just now, Miss Nancy. I used to know. I don't think there are many of us left now." He touched his mustache again, smoothing it. "Maybe in the mountains there are some more. I don't remember." Nancy patted his head. "I'm going to marry Ken, Shandy. And live in the settlement." "You'll enjoy that." "You think you'll stay this way?" Holman asked. "I might. I don't know." Holman held out his hand to Shandy. "Anyway, we want you to stay here and keep watch over things." Shandy hesitated and then shook hands. "I might as well." * * * * * Holman and Nancy left for the settlement the next morning, with the suitcases. Shandy, still in the shape of Uncle Maxwell, they left on the front steps of the ship. He waved goodbye to them. When they were gone, he changed slowly into a large teddy bear. Then, with a moist gleam in his eye, he went back to reading the thick, red-leather, picture encyclopedia in his lap. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Shandy, by Ron Goulart