"She's really quite remarkable," Dr. Lakin said to James later that same evening, after the planting ceremonies were over and the rest of the party had gone into the cottage for fresh coffee and more sandwiches and cookies and penuche. "Quite remarkable. You're a lucky man, Haut." "Thank you, sir," James replied abstractedly. "I'm sure Phyllis will be pleased to--" "_Phyllis!_ Oh, Mrs. Haut is a very remarkable woman, of course. A handsome, strong girl; she'll make a splendid mother, I'm sure. But I was referring to Miss Magnolia. She's a credit to you, my boy. If for no other reason, your name will go down in the history of our colony as that of the guide and mentor of Miss Magnolia. That's quite a tree you have there." James looked at the dark form of the tree--for the lights had been turned out--silhouetted against the three pale moons and the violet night. "Yes, she is," he said. "You're fortunate to be her neighbor ... and her friend." "Yes, I am." "Well, I expect I'd better join the rest. Are you coming on in, Jim?" "In a little while, sir. I thought I'd--I wanted to have a word with Magnolia. I won't be long." "Of course, of course. I'm delighted to see that there is such an excellent relationship between you.... Good night, Miss Magnolia!" he called. "Good night, Dr. Lakin," the tree replied, politely enough, but it was obvious that she was preoccupied with her new charge, who stood as close to her as it was possible to plant him and yet allow room for him to grow. * * * * * The door closed. James walked across the lawn until he was quite near Magnolia. "Maggie," he whispered, reaching out to touch her trunk--smooth it was, and hard, but he could feel the vibrant life pulsing inside it. Certainly she was not a plant, not _just_ a plant, even though she was a tree. She was a native of Elysium, neither animal nor vegetable, unique unto the planet, unique unto herself. "Maggie." "Yes, Jim. Don't you think his silhouette is so graceful there in the moonlight? He isn't really puny--just frail." "Maggie, you're not serious about this holly?" "What do you mean?" And still he didn't have her full attention. Would he ever have it again? "Serious about raising him to be your--your--" "Why not, Jim?" "It's impossible." "Is it? It certainly is far more possible with him, isn't it? That much I understood from your zoology books." "I suppose so." "Besides, I have nothing to lose, have I?" "But even if it were possible, wouldn't it be humiliating for you? The creature's mindless!" Magnolia's leaves rustled in the darkness. She was laughing--a little bitterly. "Your Phyllis isn't your intellectual equal, Jim, and yet you say you love her and I suppose you do. Am I not entitled to my follies also?" But she couldn't compare Phyllis to a holly plant! It was unreasonable.