CHAPTER VIAlien Science
Sunrise the next morning was beautiful. Lon heard flute-like trillings followed by Caryl’s laugh. He got up and slipped into his clothes. He had to duck to go through the toy-sized doors of the house—the ceilings were hardly two inches above the top of his head—and his exit into the morning was undignified.
Outside, Caryl loomed above the slender, delicately formed women of the small race. She had adopted their costume as a mildly venturesome jest, and ruddy-tinted rays of the just-risen sun made her a startlingly effective figure with the others clustered about her. High, delighted laughter arose as she waved to Lon.
He waved back. Caryl allowed the little women to lead her off to the left. They soon vanished behind one of the houses.
He stayed outside, breathi
