MOIRA STEPPED FORWARD, confronted the young redhead boldly. “And who are you to be giving orders to us? Maybe Martians treat their women like cattle, but Earthmen—”
“That will do, daughter,” said Pop. And he nodded. “But that’s not a bad idea, Wilkes. There is no reason why we should not be able to settle this question in a friendly manner. Mrs. Wilkes, if you and your daughter would accept our hospitality, I’m sure Martha can find you a cup of tea. Wilkes, if you and your son would care to sit down with us, we can—Bobby, run and get some water for the Wilkes’ horses. If they are horses?” he added dubiously.
“Gooldaks!” sniffed Junior Wilkes disdainfully. “I’ll help you, Skinny. What’s the matter with that sister of yours? She looks like an unbaked cookie.”
“Yeah? Then why does your bro
