It was keyed to a Patagonia Station tower. Lynne stared at the picture, first with incomprehension, and then with admiration for the man she had married, the father of her child. Almost out of the screen were four small gleaming dots humans in their aluminum climate-proof coveralls. They were clustered around a black cube that was the tri-di director. They were standing ankle-deep in snow! Facing them, as if polarized by some invisible magnet, was a great herd of Martian cattle. The animals were clustered close together, and were all looking directly at the projector. Rolf had done it, she thought with relief. He had converted her failure into triumph. The cleverness with which the possessed cattle avoided looking at the projector proved, to her satisfaction, that they were not strong enough to withstand the hypnosis directed at them. “Who thought of using a snowstorm?” asked Lynne. “Was it--?” “It was Rolf,” said Dr. Smetana. “It seems he had been keeping in telepathic touch with your problem all the way from New Samarkand. When he got here, he simply gave the orders.” “That’s the trouble with Earthtraining,” said Lynne. “I read somewhere that cattle always turn their backs on a snowstorm. But it didn’t really register. I never saw cows, or steers outside of a zoo--until I got to Mars.” “We have all the disadvantages of Earth, here on Mars, Lynne,” Dr. Smetana said, smiling. “Including, from now on, children. You get some rest now, and let me get a little. If you’re restless think about your first PTA meeting. That should drop you off in a hurry.” IX When next Lynne woke up, Rolf was there, his hair still wet with snow. Lynne’s heart went out to him in a manner that left her, weak and spent as she was, aware that she had never been so glad to see anyone in her life, even the baby. His eyes were suspiciously moist. “Well, my _zwirchy_ darling,” he said, “you went and did it.” “I’ll have them bring the baby in,” she said. “I just had a look at him,” Rolf told her. “I’m the proudest father on Mars.” He lit a cigarette and handed it to her. Then he lit another for himself. “I don’t know if you’re marked ‘Fragile, don’t break’ but I’d like very much to kiss you.” “Since when did you ever ask to kiss me--or any girl!” said Lynne, reaching for him. “They couldn’t hold me on Earth,” said Rolf, standing up and exhaling twin plumes of smoke through his nostrils. “With you using the team on the cattle at Patagonia, I got the pickup on Earth. When you and Revere and Rana start TP’ing, the whole Solar System gets it. Wild _czanworms_ couldn’t have held me.” “But I flopped,” said Lynne, feeling safe and comfortable and secure, merely having Rolf on the same planet with her. “You had to come up with the snowstorm idea.” Rolf grinned. “Didn’t you ever see anyone come along and put the last piece in a jigsaw puzzle?” he asked. Lynne said, “Come back here.” She held out her arms.