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"Chee?" he asked shrilly. She shook her head. It became a habit to act as if Murgatroyd were a human being. "No," she said unsteadily. "Not yet." More time passed. An unbearably long time. Then there was the faintest of clankings. It repeated. Then, abruptly, there were noises in the airlock. They continued. They were fumbling noises. The outer airlock door closed. The inner door opened.
All three are nervous and excited watching for the Prince. They are neatly dressed in thin clothes, through which their slightly angular figures show, and have nervous movements of hand to mouth, and quick gentle voices, slightly staccato, what is called "chee chee," I believe. Beyond the boys you see a Parsi woman looking round.
He moved as if he could barely put one paw before another, but at the sight of Calhoun he sneezed yet again and said, "Chee!" in a disconsolate voice. Then he sat down and waited for Calhoun to pick him up. When Calhoun did so, Murgatroyd clung to him pathetically and said, "Chee-chee!" and again "Chee-chee!" with the intonation of one telling of incredible horrors and disasters endured.
Chee and Chirk and Chirp looked much awed, and waved their little pink clover sunbonnets helplessly in the air till Father Cricky said he did wish they would stop, it kept him from seeing the music he was studying for the Marsh Grass Vesper Quartette. "What is it, Father?" called Chee, who was always curious. "It's a Cantata," said Mr. Cricky. Chee nudged Chirk and whispered: "Say, what's that?"
"I had about enough of their helling," declared Jimmie, still glowing with a fine desperation. They sought the William Street Tunnel under the Brooklyn Bridge. It was cool and dark there. One might smoke and take his ease. And plan! They sprawled on the stone pavement and smoked largely. "Chee! If we could get out West and do all them fine things!" mused Boogies. "Let's!" said Jimmie Time. "Huh!"
This was familiar enough, to Murgatroyd. He'd often seen Calhoun use a communicator. "Chee!" shrilled Murgatroyd. "Chee-chee!" A startled voice came out of the speaker. "What's that?" "Chee," said Murgatroyd zestfully. The communicator was talking to him. Murgatroyd adored three things in order. One was Calhoun. The second was coffee. The third was pretending to converse like a human being.
Cricky heaved a proud sigh as she thought of her own little darlings, Chee and Chirk and Chirp, decked out in their pretty little clover sun-bonnets. But to go back to Mrs. Frisky Frog. Mr. Frisky Frog, who was a member of the Quartette, became so angry with Mr. T. Toad Todson for the angry croaking at his wife that his eyes fairly glowered at him. Mrs.
"I hate to put on an official hat, Murgatroyd," he said, annoyed, "but there are some people who demand it. The rule is, never get official if you can help it, but when you must, out-official the official who's officialing you." Murgatroyd said "Chee!" and sipped at his cup. Calhoun checked the course of the Med Ship. It bore on through space. There were tiny noises from the communicator.
Don't you think that a lot of cattle have been slaughtered on Orede lately?" Murgatroyd yawned. He settled himself still more comfortably in Calhoun's lap. "Chee," he said drowsily. He went to sleep, while Calhoun continued the examination of highly condensed information.
"I mentioned coffee!" "Chee!" shrilled Murgatroyd. But he continued to look at the door. The temperature was kept lower in the other cabin, and the look of things was different from the control-compartment. The difference was part of the means by which a man was able to be alone for weeks on end alone save for his tormal without becoming ship-happy.
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