And suddenly the _Lunar Lady_ was gone. It was a needle of fire high in the twilight sky, a vanishing target for a million narrowed eyes. A hushed, reverent murmur rose from the field. A small girl in a pink party dress tugged at her mother's skirt. "Look, Mommy," she whispered. "Look at that funny old man. He keeps saying, 'This is for you,' and he's crying and laughing at the same time!"