"Take you to Venusport." He blew twice on the whistle. "We're going
before the registrar today!"
"But Cosmo. Not on that--that monstrosity. I refuse to do it. I won't
go." There was a disturbance in the cloud blanket directly overhead. A
huge gray shape plunged Venusward. "Besides," she added in haste; "I
can't go to Venusport like this--can I?"
"We'll stop by your plantation, spruce up a bit."
The Ormoo lit with a thud. It gave a pleased raucous squawk, eyed them
with amiable red-brown eyes.
"Oh well," said Mia between her teeth. "I might as well get used to
traveling on the darn thing, I suppose."