They had probably, she thought queerly, never heard a lecture on art in their lives. And they wouldn't have any interest in historical novels and it was an even-money bet that bridge and canasta games would bore them. They were _uncultured_, she thought happily, _thoroughly_ uncultured! Their main interest was probably in having a home and raising a family and working.... And with a shave and clean clothes, they might even be handsome! A dimly remembered poster of a blond-haired giant flashed into her mind, but she dismissed it. The men below had a hard, healthy look about them, a certain virility, an individuality that the pale men back on Earth, now that she thought of it, seemed to lack. She was very definitely going to like it here. Then she had a sudden, nagging thought. How would the colonists take to her and the other bedraggled females? IX The twinkling fire came nearer and they could make out the outlines of the slim-ship. It rapidly grew in size and finally settled to a heavy, groaning rest on the pitted and blackened landing field. Karl was holding his breath, staring at the outline of the hatch on the ship's rusty side. It opened and the flight of descent stairs slid out. The captain and crew came out first. Then the women filed down the ladder, smiling timidly and looking cold and frightened. Karl could hear Hill gulping noisily beside him and knew that his own mouth was gaping. But he couldn't help it. The girls were gorgeous. End of Project Gutenberg's The Girls From Earth, by Frank M. Robinson