Johnny Nine finally found the radio spares. Mislaid behind a mass of junk that once had been air control gauges. One of the First Generation had smashed the gauges when he went mad. But the Ship had been lucky. It had survived without them. * * * * * "Hello, Johnny. The Captain said you were--oh! Johnny?" Johnny Nine looked up; he smiled. He slipped out of the headset. "'Lo, Marte. They're broadcasting music to us. Want to listen?" He held out the headset. "It sounds better over these than over the speaker." She crossed to him, in lithe, swaying youth movements, and took the headset. She fitted it over her hair and began to listen. At first her face was expressionless. After a while, her mouth formed a little "o" and her eyes widened; she stood for a long time listening, making no sound. Finally, she removed the headset and laid it on the table. She seemed vaguely puzzled. "It's awful funny music, isn't it, Johnny? Not at all like ours.... "But then I guess they'd think our songs--" She began to hum the tune of _Long Night_. Then she sang softly: "_It's a long night,_ _A dark night,_ _Before the day._ _It's a long night before the long day,_ _And we're going Home:_ _Yes_ _We're going Home!_" She stopped. "I guess they'll think that's funny, Johnny. Let's not sing it for them, ever. If somebody would laugh at that, it would hurt me, down inside. Let's never sing it again." "All right, Marte," Johnny Nine said. After a moment, he stood up. "You didn't come here with the rest." "No ... I wanted to wait. I hoped maybe I could look at it while you were here. Just you and me." He crossed to the Observation window. "It's just the little 'scope.... But here, I'll--" He peered into the eyepiece and adjusted the knobs. "There.... Ah.... That does it. There, Marte." He stood aside. She bent over the telescope. The silence drew out and out, almost breath-held. "It's.... It's.... Johnny, I feel like it was ours. Just yours and mine. Isn't it beautiful, all hazy blue?" "Can you see the continents?" "Yes.... Yes, I think I can. Not very well. Just dark patches." She looked up. "It looks so little, Johnny, like a little ball. So little that if I had a chain, I could put it on it and then wear the chain around my neck." Johnny Nine laughed gently. "But it's really big, Marte. Bigger than the Ship. A hundred times that big, a thousand--" "A million!" "Yes, maybe even that. It doesn't seem possible, does it?" "Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, I'm so happy!" She looked into the eyepiece again. "I'll never forget this, not as long as I live. That little tiny ball and the Sun. I think I feel something like God must have felt when he _made_ it." "If you were to look hard enough, Marte, you could almost see our little farm down there--" "Our farm.... Say it again, Johnny." "Our farm," he said. * * * * *