"All play and no work is worse."
"It's more fun," said Jock, with a feeling that he was coming off
second-best in this fool argument. "Look," he said, "everybody relaxes
in deep space. It's customary. It's holiday."
"It's damn foolish." Andrews turned to Alice. "Miss Hemingway, what do
you think?"
"I'm half-inclined to agree with you, Mr. Andrews. But you must know
I'm thrilled to be a-space. I've never been off Earth before."
"Oh. Then I capitulate. Pilot Norton, will you give Miss Hemingway a
space tourist's run of the ship, please?"
"Be happy to." Norton nodded.
* * * * *
He looked around the salon, from face to face. There were four others
there, all of them watching with a blank sort of interest. Norton took
a deep breath of inner cheer for his luck. All the rest looked as
though nothing could be as boring as a tourist's run of a spacecraft.
He made the gesture of asking, but all shook their heads.
Norton opened the small bar and set everyone up to cocktails. Then he
said to Alice, "Now, let's start at the bottom and work our way up."
"Any way you say," she told him.