Still, if you don't fancy it, we'll go somewhere else." "No, thanks," she said.

"That's not my father's daughter.

I haven't come a hundred million miles from home to go away before the first act's finished.

We'll go down to see if we can make them understand." By this time the _Astronef_ was hanging suspended over an enormous square about half the size of Hyde Park.

It was laid out just as a terrestrial park would be, in grass land, flower-beds, and avenues, and patches of trees, only the grass was a reddish yellow, the leaves of the trees were like those of a beech in autumn, and the flowers were nearly all a deep violet, or a bright emerald green.
As they descended they saw that the square, or Central Park, as Zaidie at once christened it, was flanked by enormous blocks of buildings, palaces built of a dazzlingly white stone, and topped by domed roofs and lofty cupolas of glass.
"Isn't that just lovely!" she said, swinging her binoculars in every direction.