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Updated: June 2, 2025
"You will tell me, what is to do with the drugs?" They explained in a few words. By now a considerable crowd had gathered before the house, and up the street many others were hurrying down. Directly across from the entrance to Lylda's garden, back of the bluff at the lake front, was a large open space with a fringe of trees at its back. In this open space the crowd was collecting.
In reality he was the president, chosen by the people, for a period of about what we would term twenty years; I learned something about this republic during my stay, but not as much as I would have liked. Politics was not Lylda's strong point, and I had to get it all from her, you know. "For several days I was housed royally in the castle.
"Make yourselves smaller," he heard the Chemist shouting in a shrill little voice. "We think it best not to. You must come up to us. Serious things have happened. Take the drug now then we'll tell you." The Big Business Man, with his knees upon the beach, had one hand on the sand and the other at the gate of Lylda's garden. His face was just above the roof-top.
Lylda interpreted for us as well as she could, though I must confess we were all three at times completely at a loss. But Lylda's bright, intelligent little face, and the resourcefulness of her gestures, always managed somehow to convey her meaning.
The Very Young Man ran across the roof to its farther corner and was back in an instant. "They'll see her soon look there." His friends turned at his words. At the corner of the house they could just see the top of Lylda's head above the edge of the parapet. As they watched she grew still taller and in another moment her forehead appeared.
Indeed the sincerity and kindliness of these people seemed absolutely genuine, and the friendly, naïve, manner of my little guide put me wholly at my ease. Towards me Lylda's manner was one of childish delight at a new-found possession. Towards those of her own people with whom we talked, I found she preserved a dignity they profoundly respected.
Lylda's eyes again filled with tears as she left so summarily, and probably for the last time, this home in which she had been so happy. As they passed the last houses of the city, heading towards the tunnel entrances that the Chemist had selected, the Big Business Man and the Chemist walked in front, the others following close behind them.
"A city at work," said the Chemist with a wave of his hand. "Shall we go down and see it?" His three friends assented readily, the Very Young Man suggesting promptly that they first visit Lylda's father and Aura. "He is teaching Loto this morning," said the Chemist smiling. "Why not go to the court?" suggested the Big Business Man. "Is the public admitted?" asked the Doctor.
When in lighter vein their talk ran into comments upon the social life of their own world, Lylda's ready wit, combined with her ingenuous simplicity, put to them many questions which made the giving of an understandable answer sometimes amusingly difficult.
"Loto, to-day this afternoon " The woman gave a little, low cry of anguish, instantly repressed. Her hand gripped his tightly. "No, no, Lylda, not that," he said quickly, "but this afternoon while we were all away Loto was here alone with Eena Targo with his men came. They did not hurt Loto; they took him away in a boat to Orlog." He stopped abruptly. Lylda's eyes never left his face.
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