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The
little
girl
dug
in
her
nose
with
a
finger
.
"
Yes
.
"
"
And
—
take
your
finger
out
of
your
nose
,
little
girl
—
I
am
the
captain
,
and
—
"
"
Never
before
in
history
has
anybody
come
across
space
in
a
big
rocket
ship
,
"
recited
the
little
creature
,
eyes
shut
.
"
Wonderful
!
How
did
you
know
?
"
"
Oh
,
telepathy
.
"
She
wiped
a
casual
finger
on
her
knee
.
"
Well
,
aren
’
t
you
just
ever
so
excited
?
"
cried
the
captain
.
"
Aren
’
t
you
glad
?
"
"
You
just
better
go
see
Mr
.
Iii
right
away
.
"
She
dropped
her
toy
to
the
ground
.
"
Mr
.
Iii
will
like
talking
to
you
.
"
She
ran
off
,
with
the
toy
spider
scuttling
obediently
after
her
.
The
captain
squatted
there
looking
after
her
with
his
hand
out
.
His
eyes
were
watery
in
his
head
.
He
looked
at
his
empty
hands
.
His
mouth
hung
open
:
The
other
three
men
stood
with
their
shadows
under
them
.
They
spat
on
the
stone
street
…
Mr
.
Iii
answered
his
door
.
He
was
on
his
way
to
a
lecture
,
but
he
had
a
minute
,
if
they
would
hurry
inside
and
tell
him
what
they
desired
…
"
A
little
attention
,
"
said
the
captain
,
red
-
eyed
and
tired
.
"
We
’
re
from
Earth
,
we
have
a
rocket
,
there
are
four
of
us
,
crew
and
captain
,
we
’
re
exhausted
,
we
’
re
hungry
,
we
’
d
like
a
place
to
sleep
.
