You did pretty well on Mars with your American, suppose we go out and show them that you can speak the song-language, too." "What do you mean ?" she said; "sing them something ?" "Yes," he replied; "they'll try to talk to you in song, and you won't be able to understand them; at least, not as far as words and sentences go.
But music is the universal language on Earth, and there's no reason why it shouldn't be the same through the Solar System.

Come along, tune up, little woman!" They went together down the gangway stairs, he dressed in an ordinary suit of grey, English tweed, with a golf cap on the back of his head, and she in the last and daintiest of the costumes which the art of Paris and London and New York had produced before the _Astronef_ soared up from far-off Washington.
The moment that she set foot on the golden-yellow sward she was surrounded by a swarm of the winged, and yet strangely human creatures.
Those nearest to her came and touched her hands and face, and stroked the folds of her dress.

Others looked into her violet-blue eyes, and others put out their queer little hands and stroked her hair.
This and her clothing seemed to be the most wonderful experience for them, saving always the fact that she had only two arms and no wings.
Redgrave kept close beside her until he was satisfied that these exquisite inhabitants of the new-found fairyland were innocent of any intention of harm, and when he saw two of the winged daughters of the Love-Star put up their hands and touch the thick coils of her hair, he said: "Take those pins and things out and let it down.

They seem to think that your hair's part of your head.

It's the first chance you've had to work a miracle, so you may as well do it.