He became acutely aware of her contours against his hand. What should he do with her? He remembered the man. He would have to catch the man too! He looked around on the floor--and saw the man peering at him from behind a table leg. Something would have to be done with the girl. He ran to the door of his room and slipped inside. The windows were closed. She was certainly too small to lift them and escape. He looked around swiftly, then went to a bookcase and placed her gently on the top shelf. "Stay there!" he warned. He left the room, closing and locking the door. * * * * * Across the laboratory he saw the miniature green-skinned man leap to the window sill below the broken pane. The little man looked over his shoulder and saw Earl. With a desperate leap he reached the jagged edge of glass still in place, and pulled himself through. Earl rushed to the window in time to see the little man disappear in the high grass growing in the untended grounds outside the building. Who were these two miniature people? Where had they come from? Had they come in through the broken window in an attempt to steal the colored balls? Were _they--were they from that strange thing out on the side of the hill_? The questions burned through Earl's excited thoughts, demanding answers that wouldn't come. Those almost weightless balls--Earl crossed to the bench and gathered them up and locked them in a metal drawer. Nervously, he took out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling deeply. There was the girl, but he found himself reluctant to go in and face her. And yet he had to. He started toward the hall door, then remembered the gun in his hip pocket. He hesitated, then unlocked the drawer containing the colored balls and placed it in there, locking the drawer again. He went to the door to his living quarters and unlocked it. He opened the door a scant inch, took a deep breath, then pushed rapidly, jumped inside, and closed the door at his back so the girl wouldn't have time to escape. She wasn't blue any more. Her skin was faintly tanned, flawless. But more startling, she was not four inches high. She was, he guessed, five feet two or three. She was the same girl. There was no doubt of that. Her face was the same face, now normal sized. She was the same all over. "Sorry!" Earl gasped. He crossed quickly to his dresser, opened the third drawer and found a pair of pajamas. "Here!" he said, holding them out behind him. "Put these on." He felt them taken from his hand. A moment later he heard her say, "All right." It was her voice. He listened to it as it echoed in his mind, flavored it. Actually it wasn't anything so wonderful, but it was nice. Nothing seductive or elfin--but she wasn't miniature any more, either. She sounded a little--amused! He turned to face her. "I'm Nadine Holmes," the girl said.