"Theodore Warner Deston is going to be born on Newmars, where he should be," Barbara had said, and Deston had agreed. "But suppose she's Theodora?" Bernice had twitted her. "Uh-uh," Barbara had said, calmly. "I just know he's Theodore." "Uh-huh, I know." Bernice had nodded her spectacular head. "And we wanted a girl, so she is. Barbara Bernice Jones, her name is. A living doll."

"But those acrobatics in plus gee and you're trained down as hard and fine as I am, and it's my business to be how come?" "I majored in Physical Education and I love it. And I'm a Newmartian, you know, so I teach a few courses " "Newmartian? I've heard but you aren't a colonial; you're as Terran as I am." "By blood, yes; but I was born on Newmars.

His first, last, and only subspace command, of course, since he was now a married man. Deston had wanted to resign while still a First Officer, but his superiors would not accept his resignation until his promotion "for outstanding services" came through. Thus, Ex-Captain Carlyle Deston and his wife were dead-heading, not quite back to Earth, but to the transfer-point for the planet Newmars.