"It ain't Earth I'm homesick for," explained Isobar. "It's--well, it's the things that go with it. I mean things like grass and flowers and trees." Sparks grinned; a mirthless, lopsided grin. "We've got _them_ right here on Luna. Go look out the tower window, Jonesy. The Dome's nestled smack in the middle of the prettiest, greenest little valley you ever saw." "I know," complained Isobar. "And that's what makes it even worse. All that pretty, soft, green stuff Outside--and we ain't allowed to go out in it. Sometimes I get so mad I'd like to--" "To," interrupted a crisp voice, "what?" Isobar spun, flushing; his eyes dropped before those of Dome Commander Eagan. He squirmed. "N-nothing, sir. I was only saying--" "I heard you, Jones. And please let me hear no more of such talk, sir! It is strictly forbidden for anyone to go Outside except in cases of absolute necessity. Such labor as caused Patrolmen Brown and Roberts to go, for example--" "Any word from them yet, sir?" asked Sparks eagerly. "Not yet. But we're expecting them to return at any minute now. Jones! Where are _you_ going?" "Why--why, just back to my quarters, sir." "That's what I thought. And what did you plan to do there?" Isobar said stubbornly, "Well, I sort of figured I'd amuse myself for a while--" "I thought that, too. And with _what_, pray, Jones?" "With the only dratted thing," said Isobar, suddenly petulant, "that gives me any fun around this dagnabbed place! With my bagpipe." * * * * * Commander Eagan said, "You'd better find some new way of amusing yourself, Jones. Have you read General Order 17?" Isobar said, "I seen it. But if you think--" "It says," stated Eagan deliberately, "'_In order that work or rest periods of the Dome's staff may not be disturbed, it is hereby ordered that the playing or practicing of all or any musical instruments must be discontinued immediately. By order of the Dome Commander_,' That means you, Jones!" "But, dingbust it!" keened Isobar, "it don't disturb nobody for me to play my bagpipes! I know these lunks around here don't appreciate good music, so I always go in my office and lock the door after me--" "But the Dome," pointed out Commander Eagan, "has an air-conditioning system which can't be shut off. The ungodly moans of your--er--so-called musical instrument can be heard through the entire structure." He suddenly seemed to gain stature. "No, Jones, this order is final! You cannot disrupt our entire organization for your own--er--amusement." "But--" said Isobar. "No!" Isobar wriggled desperately. Life on Luna was sorry enough already. If now they took from him the last remaining solace he had, the last amusement which lightened his moments of freedom-- "Look, Commander!" he pleaded, "I tell you what I'll do. I won't bother nobody. I'll go Outside and play it--" "Outside!" Eagan stared at him incredulously. "Are you mad? How about the Grannies?"