Garf considered. This bickering was, as usual, getting them exactly nowhere. He gave up. "All right, dear," he said. "You win; you're right, of course, and I'm wrong. I only hope you won't bother so much with talking to that Earth-slug on the radio after we're married." Dor laughed a tinkly laugh and came into his waiting arms. "Darling," she cooed. "What a thing to say. I actually believe you're jealous--and you know I only love you." Which wasn't strictly true. The big Earthman _was_ cute, she thought, and it was quaint of him to be in love with her, and to tell her so every day over the radio built into the robot-nonapus. Of course, he was inferior to her in every way, and she wouldn't think of marrying him or anything like that. But even his inferiority was interesting, in a way. Yes, it was nice to know he loved her. And she loved him, too--like an amusing baby brother. +--------------------------------------------------------------+ | Transcriber's Note | | | | This etext was produced from "Future combined with Science | | Fiction stories" September 1951. Extensive research did not | | uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this | | publication was renewed. | | | | | | Errata | | | | The following typographical errors have been corrected: | | | | |Error |Correction | | | |effected |affected | | | |to to |to | | | | +--------------------------------------------------------------+