"It"s the dinies," said the president feebly. "They"re a great trouble to us, sir. They"re our great handicap."
"Blather and nonsense!" snapped Sean O"Donohue. "They"re no bigger than mice! Ye could"ve trapped "em! Ye could"ve raised cats! Don"t tell me that fancy-colored little lizards could hinder a world especially set aside by the intercession of St. Patrick for the Erse people to thrive on! The token"s plain! There"s no snakes! And with such a sign to go by, there must"ve been shenanigans goin" on to make things go wrong! And till those shenanigans are exposed an" stopped--there"ll be no more help from Earth for ye blaggards!"
He stamped his way into the presidential mansion. The door slammed shut. Moira, his granddaughter, regarded the president with sympathy. He looked bedraggled and crushed. He mopped his forehead. He did not raise his eyes to her. It was bad enough to be president of a planetary government that couldn"t even pay his salary, so there were patches in his breeches that Moira must have noticed. It was worse that the colony was, as a whole, entirely too much like the remaining shanty areas in Eire back on Earth. But it was tragic that it was ridiculous for any man on Eire to ask a girl from Earth to join him on so unpromising a planet.
He said numbly: "I"ll be wishing you good morning, Moira."
He moved away, his chin sunk on his breast. Moira watched him go. She didn"t seem happy. Then, fifty yards from the mansion, a luridly colored something leaped out of a hole. It was a diny some eight inches long, in enough of a hurry to say that something appalling was after it. It landed before the president and took off again for some far horizon. Then something sinuous and black dropped out of a tree upon it and instantly violent action took place in a patch of dust. A small cloud arose. The president watched, with morbid interest, as the sporting event took place.
Moira stared, incredulous. Then, out of the hole from which the diny had leaped, a dark round head appeared. It could have been Timothy. But he saw that this diny was disposed of. That was that. Timothy--if it was Timothy--withdrew to search further among diny tunnels about the presidential mansion.
Half an hour later the president told the solicitor general of Eire about it. He was bitter.
"And when it was over, there was Moira starin" dazed-like from the porch, and the be-d.a.m.ned snake picked up the diny it"d killed and started off to dine on it in private. But I was in the way. So the snake waited, polite, with the diny in its mouth, for me to move on. But it looked exactly like he"d brought over the diny for me to admire, like a cat"ll show dead mice to a person she thinks will be interested!"
"Holy St. Patrick!" said the solicitor general, appalled. "What"ll happen now?"
"I reason," said the president morbidly, "she"ll tell her grandfather, and he"ll collar somebody and use those gimlet eyes on him and the poor omadhoum will blurt out that on Eire here it"s known that St. Patrick brought the snakes and is the more reverenced for it. And that"ll mean there"ll be no more ships or food or tools from Earth, and it"ll be lucky if we"re evacuated before the planet"s left abandoned."
The solicitor general"s expression became one of pure hopelessness.
"Then the jig"s up," he said gloomily. "I"m thinkin", Mr. President, we"d better have a cabinet meeting on it."
"What"s the use," demanded the president. "I won"t leave! I"ll stay here, alone though I may be. There"s nothing left in life for me anywhere, but at least, as the only human left on Eire I"ll be able to spend the rest of my years knockin" dinies on the head for what they"ve done!" Then, suddenly, he bellowed. "Who let loose the snakes! I"ll have his heart"s blood----"
The Chancellor of the Exchequer peered around the edge of the door into the cabinet meeting room. He saw the rest of the cabinet of Eire a.s.sembled. Relieved, he entered. Something stirred in his pocket and he pulled out a reproachful snake. He said: "Don"t be indignant, now! You were walkin" on the public street. If Sean O"Donohue had seen you----" He added to the other members of the cabinet: "The other two members of the Dail Committee seem to be good, honest, drinkin" men. One of them now--the shipbuilder I think it was--wanted a change of scenery from lookin" at the bottom of a gla.s.s. I took him for a walk. I showed him a bunch of dinies playin" leapfrog tryin" to get one of their number up to a rain spout so he could bite off pieces and drop "em down to the rest. They were all colors and it was quite somethin" to look at. The committeeman--good man that he is!--staggered a bit and looked again and said grave that whatever of evil might be said of Eire, n.o.body could deny that its whisky had imagination!"
He looked about the cabinet room. There was a hole in the baseboard underneath the sculptured coat of arms of the colony world. He put the snake down on the floor beside the hole. With an air of offended dignity, the snake slithered into the dark opening.
"Now--what"s the meeting for?" he demanded. "I"ll tell you immediate that if money"s required it"s impractical."
President O"Hanrahan said morbidly: ""Twas called, it seems, to put the curse o" Cromwell on whoever let the black snakes loose. But they"d been cooped up, and they knew they were not keepin" the dinies down, and they got worried over the work they were neglectin". So they took turns diggin", like prisoners in a penitentiary, and presently they broke out and like the faithful creatures they are they set anxious to work on their backlog of diny-catchin". Which they"re doin". They"ve ruined us entirely, but they meant well."
The minister of Information asked apprehensively: "What will O"Donohue do when he finds out they"re here?"
"He"s not found out--yet," said the president without elation. "Moira didn"t tell him. She"s an angel! But he"s bound to learn. And then if he doesn"t detonate with the rage in him, he"ll see to it that all of us are murdered--slowly, for treason to the Erse and blasphemy directed at St. Patrick." Then the president said with a sort of yearning pride: "D"ye know what Moira offered to do? She said she"d taken biology at college, and she"d try to solve the problem of the dinies. The darlin"!"
"Bein" gathered together," observed the chief justice, "we might as well try again to think of somethin" plausible."
"We need a good shenanigan," agreed the president unhappily. "But what could it be? Has anybody the trace of an idea?"
The cabinet went into session. The trouble was, of course, that the Erse colony on Eire was a bust. The first colonists built houses, broke ground, planted crops--and encountered dinies. Large ones, fifty and sixty feet long, with growing families. They had thick bodies with unlikely bony excrescences, they had long necks which ended in very improbable small heads, and they had long tapering tails which would knock over a man or a fence post or the corner of a house, impartially, if they happened to swing that way. They were not bright.
That they ate the growing crops might be expected, though cursed. But they ate wire fences. The colonists at first waited for them to die of indigestion. But they digested the fences. Then between bales of more normal foodstuffs they browsed on the corrugated-iron roofs of houses. Again the colonists vengefully expected dyspepsia. They digested the roofs, too. Presently the lumbering creatures nibbled at axes--the heads, not the handles. They went on to the plows. When they gathered sluggishly about a ground-car and began to lunch on it, the colonists did not believe. But it was true.
The dinies" teeth weren"t mere calcium phosphate, like other beasts. An amateur chemist found out that they were an organically deposited boron carbide, which is harder than any other substance but crystallized carbon--diamond. In fact, diny teeth, being organic, seemed to be an especially hard form of boron carbide. Dinies could chew iron. They could masticate steel. They could grind up and swallow anything but tool-steel reinforced with diamond chips. The same amateur chemist worked it out that the surface soil of the planet Eire was deficient in iron and ferrous compounds. The dinies needed iron. They got it.
The big dinies were routed by burning torches in the hands of angry colonists. When scorched often enough, their feeble brains gathered the idea that they were unwelcome. They went lumbering away.
They were replaced by lesser dinies, approximately the size of kangaroos. They also ate crops. They also hungered for iron. To them steel cables were the equivalent of celery, and they ate iron pipe as if it were spaghetti. The industrial installations of the colony were their special targets. The colonists unlimbered guns. They shot the dinies. Ultimately they seemed to thin out. But once a month was shoot-a-diny day on Eire, and the populace turned out to clear the environs of their city of Tara.
Then came the little dinies. Some were as small as two inches in length. Some were larger. All were cute. Colonists" children wanted to make pets of them until it was discovered that miniature they might be, but harmless they were not. Tiny diny-teeth, smaller than the heads of pins, were still authentic boron carbide. Dinies kept as pets cheerily gnawed away wood and got at the nails of which their boxes were made. They ate the nails.
Then, being free, they extended their activities. They and their friends tunneled busily through the colonists" houses. They ate nails. They ate screws. They ate bolts, nuts, the nails out of shoes, pocket knives and pants b.u.t.tons, zippers, wire staples and the tacks out of upholstery. Gnawing even threads and filings of metal away, they made visible gaps in the frames and moving parts of farm tractors.
Moreover, it appeared that their numbers previously had been held down by the paucity of ferrous compounds in their regular diet. The lack led to a low birth rate. Now, supplied with great quant.i.ties of iron by their unremitting industry, they were moved to prodigies of multiplication.
The chairman of the Dail Committee on the Condition of the Planet Eire had spoken of them scornfully as equal to mice. They were much worse. The planetary government needed at least a pied piper or two, but it tried other measures. It imported cats. Descendants of the felines of Earth still survived, but one had only to look at their frustrated, neurotic expressions to know that they were failures. The government set traps. The dinies ate their springs and metal parts. It offered bounties for dead dinies. But the supply of dinies was inexhaustible, and the supply of money was not. It had to be stopped.
Then upon the s.p.a.ceport of Eire a certain Captain Patrick Brannicut, of Boston, Earth, descended. It was his second visit to Eire. On the first he"d learned of the trouble. On his second he brought what still seemed the most probable solution. He landed eighteen hundred adult black snakes, two thousand teen-agers of the same species, and two crates of soft-sh.e.l.led eggs he guaranteed to hatch into fauna of the same kind. He took away all the cash on the planet. The government was desperate.
But the snakes chased dinies with enthusiasm. They pounced upon dinies while the public watched. They lay in wait for dinies, they publicly digested dinies, and they went pouring down into any small hole in the ground from which a diny had appeared or into which one vanished. They were superior to traps. They did not have to be set or emptied. They did not need bait. They were self-maintaining and even self-reproducing--except that snakes when overfed tend to be less romantic than when hungry. In ten years a story began--encouraged by the Ministry of Information--to the effect that St. Patrick had brought the snakes to Eire, and it was certain that if they didn"t wipe out the dinies, they a.s.suredly kept the dinies from wiping out the colony. And the one hope of making Eire into a splendid new center of Erse culture and tradition--including a reverence for St. Patrick--lay in the belief that some day the snakes would gain a permanent upper hand.
Out near the s.p.a.ceport there was an imported monument to St. Patrick. It showed him pointing somewhere with his bishop"s staff, while looking down at a group of snakes near his feet. The sculptor intended to portray St. Patrick telling the snakes to get the h.e.l.l out of Eire. But on Eire it was sentimentally regarded as St. Patrick telling the snakes to go increase and multiply.
But n.o.body dared tell that to Sean O"Donohue! It was past history, in a way, but also it was present fact. On the day of the emergency cabinet meeting it was appalling fact. Without snakes the planet Eire could not continue to be inhabited, because of the little dinies. But the Republic of Eire on Earth would indignantly disown any colony that had snakes in it. And the colony wasn"t ready yet to be self-supporting. The cabinet discussed the matter gloomily. They were too dispirited to do more. But Moira--the darlin"--did research.
It was strictly college-freshman-biology-lab research. It didn"t promise much, even to her. But it gave her an excuse to talk anxiously and hopefully to the president when he took the Dail Committee to McGillicuddy Island to look at the big dinies there, while the populace tried to get the snakes out of sight again.
Most of the island lay two miles off the continent named for County Kerry back on Earth. At one point a promontory lessened the distance greatly, and at one time there"d been a causeway there. It had been built with great pains, and with pains destroyed.
The president explained as the boat bearing the committee neared the island.
"The big dinies," he said sadly, "trampled the fences and houses and ate up the roofs and tractors. It could not be borne. They could be driven away with torches, but they came back. They could be killed, but the people could only dispose of so many tons of carca.s.ses. Remember, the big males run sixty feet long, and the most girlish females run forty. You wouldn"t believe the new-hatched babies! They were a great trial, in the early days!"
Sean O"Donohue snorted. He bristled. He and the other two of the committee had been dragged away from the city of Tara. He suspected shenanigans going on behind his back. They did. His a.s.sociates looked bleary-eyed. They"d been treated cordially, and they were not impa.s.sioned leaders of the Erse people, like the O"Donohue. One of them was a ship builder and the other a manufacturer of precision machinery, elected to the Dail for no special reason. They"d come on this junket partly to get away from their troubles and their wives. The shortage of high-precision tools was a trouble to both of them, but they were forgetting it fully.
"So the causeway was built," explained President O"Hanrahan. "We drove the big beasts over, and rounded up all we could find--drivin" them with torches--and then we broke down the causeway. So there they are on McGillicuddy Island. They don"t swim."
The boat touched ground--a rocky, uninviting sh.o.r.e. The solicitor general and the Chancellor of the Exchequer hopped ash.o.r.e. They a.s.sisted the committee members to land. They moved on. The president started to follow but Moira said anxiously: "Wait a bit. I"ve something to tell you. I ... said I"d experiment with the dinies. I did. I learned something."
"Did you now?" asked the president. His tone was at once admiration and despair. "It"s a darlin" you are, Moira, but----"
"I ... wondered how they knew where iron was," said Moira hopefully, "and I found out. They smell it."
"Ah, they do, do they!" said the president with tender reverence. "But I have to tell you, Moira, that----"
"And I proved it!" said Moira, searching his face with her eyes. "If you change a stimulus and a specimen reacts, then its reaction is to the change. So I made the metal smell stronger."
President O"Hanrahan blinked at her.
"I ... heated it," said Moira. "You know how hot metal smells. I heated a steel hairpin and the dinies came out of holes in the wall, right away! The smell drew them. It was astonishing!"
The president looked at her with a strange expression.
"That"s ... that"s all I had time to try," said Moira. "It was yesterday afternoon. There was an official dinner. I had to go. You remember! So I locked up the dinies----"
"Moira darlin"," said President O"Hanrahan gently, "you don"t lock up dinies. They gnaw through steel safes. They make tunnels and nests in electric dynamos. You don"t lock up dinies, darlin"!"
"But I did!" she insisted. "They"re still locked up. I looked just before we started for here!"
The president looked at her very unhappily.
"There"s no need for shenanigans between us, Moira!" Then he said: "Couldn"t ye be mistaken? Keepin" dinies locked up is like bottlin" moonlight or writin" down the color of Moira O"Donohue"s eyes or----" He stopped. "How did ye do it?"
"The way you keep specimens," she told him. "When I was in college we did experiments on frogs. They"re cold-blooded just like dinies. If you let them stay lively, they"ll wear themselves out trying to get away. So you put them in a refrigerator. In the vegetable container. They don"t freeze there, but they do ... get torpid. They just lay still till you let them warm up again. To room temperature."
The president of the planet Eire stared. His mouth dropped open. He blinked and blinked and blinked. Then he whooped. He reached forward and took Moira into his arms. He kissed her thoroughly.
"Darlin"!" he said in a broken voice. "Sit still while I drive this boat back to the mainland! I"ve to get back to Tara immediate! You"ve done it, my darlin", you"ve done it, and it"s a great day for the Irish! It"s even a great day for the Erse! It"s your birthday will be a planetary holiday long after we"re married and our grandchildren think I"m as big a nuisance as your grandfather Sean O"Donohue! It"s a fine grand marriage we"ll be havin"----"
He kissed her again and whirled the boat about and sent it streaking for the mainland. From time to time he whooped. Rather more frequently, he hugged Moira exuberantly. And she tended to look puzzled, but she definitely looked pleased.
Behind them, of course, the Committee of the Dail on the Condition of the Planet Eire explored McGillicuddy Island. They saw the big dinies--sixty-footers and fifty-footers and lesser ones. The dinies ambled aimlessly about the island. Now and again they reached up on elongated, tapering necks with incongruously small heads on them, to snap off foliage that looked a great deal like palm leaves. Now and again, without enthusiasm, one of them stirred the contents of various green-sc.u.mmed pools and apparently extracted some sort of nourishment from it. They seemed to have no intellectual diversions. They were not interested in the visitors, but one of the committee members--not Moira"s grandfather--shivered a little.
"I"ve dreamed about them," he said plaintively, "but even when I was dreamin" I didn"t believe it!"
Two youthful dinies--they would weigh no more than a couple of tons apiece--engaged in languid conflict. They whacked each other with blows which would have destroyed elephants. But they weren"t really interested. One of them sat down and looked bored. The other sat down. Presently, reflectively, he gnawed at a piece of whitish rock. The gnawing made an excruciating sound. It made one"s flesh crawl. The diny dozed off. His teeth had cut distinct, curved grooves in the stone. The manufacturer of precision machinery--back on Earth--turned pale.
"L-let"s get out of here!"
The committee and the two members of the cabinet returned to the sh.o.r.e. There was no boat. It was far away, headed for the mainland.
"Shenanigans!" said Sean O"Donohue in a voice that would have curdled sulphuric acid. "I warned him no shenanigans! The dirty young bog-trotter"s left us here to be eaten up by the beasts!"
The solicitor general said hastily: "Divvil a bit of it, sir. We"re his friends and he left us in the same boat--no, he left us out of the same boat. It must"ve been that something important occurred to him----"
But it was not convincing. It seemed highly unconvincing, later, because some long-delayed perception produced a reaction in the dinies" minuscule brains. They became aware of their visitors. They appeared, in a slow-motion fashion, to become interested in them. Slowly, heavily, numbly, they congregated about them--the equivalent of a herd of several hundred elephants of all the colors of the rainbow, with small heads wearing plaintive but persistent expressions. Long necks reached out hopefully.
"The devil!" said the Chancellor of the Exchequer, fretfully. "I"m just thinkin". You"ve iron in your shoes and mainsprings in your watches and maybe pocket knives in your pockets. The dinies have a longin" for iron, and they go after it. They"ll eat anything in the world that"s got the barest bit of a taste of iron in it! Oh, it"s perfectly all right, of course, but ye"ll have to throw stones at them till the boat comes back. Better, find a good stout stick to whack them with. Only don"t let "em get behind ye!"
"Ye will?" roared the solicitor general, vengefully. "Take that!" Whack! "Tryin" to take somethin" out of the gentleman"s hip pocket an" aimin" to grab the rump beyond it just to make sure!"
Whack! A large head moved plaintively away. But another reached hopefully forward, and another. The dinies were not bright. The three committeemen and two members of the cabinet were thigh-deep in water when the boat came back. They still whacked valorously if wearily at intrusive diny heads. They still had made no progress in implanting the idea that the dinies should go away.
The men from the mainland hauled them into the boat. They admitted that the president had returned to Tara. Sean O"Donohue concluded that he had gone back to supervise some shenanigans. He had. On the way to the mainland Sean O"Donohue ground his teeth. On arrival he learned that the president had taken Moira with him. He ground his teeth. "Shenanigans!" he cried hoa.r.s.ely. "After him!" He stamped his feet. His fury was awe-inspiring. When the ground-car drivers started back to Tara, Sean O"Donohue was a small, rigid embodiment of raging death and destruction held only temporarily in leash.
On the way, even his companions of the committee were uneasy. But one of them, now and again, brought out a small piece of whitish rock and regarded it incredulously. It was not an unusual kind of rock. It was ordinary milky quartz. But it had tooth marks on it. Some diny, at some time, had gnawed casually upon it as if it were soft as cheese.
Faint cheering could be heard in the distance as the ground-cars carrying the committee neared the city of Tara. To those in the vehicles, it seemed incredible that anybody should dare to rejoice within at least two light-years of Sean O"Donohue as he was at this moment. But the cheering continued. It grew louder as the cars entered a street where houses stood side by side. But there came a change in the chairman of the Dail Committee, too.
The cars slowed because the pavement was bad to nonexistent. Trees lined the way. An overhanging branch pa.s.sed within two yards of Moira"s grandfather. Something hung on it in a sort of graceful drapery. It was a black snake. On Eire! Sean O"Donohue saw it. It took no notice of him. It hung comfortably in the tree and looked with great interest toward the sounds of enthusiasm.
The deathly pallor of Sean O"Donohue changed to pale lavender. He saw another black snake. It was climbing down a tree trunk with a purposeful air, as if intending to look into the distant uproar. The ground-cars went on, and the driver of the lead car swerved automatically to avoid two black snakes moving companionably along together toward the cheering. One of them politely gave the ground-car extra room, but paid no other attention to it. Sean O"Donohue turned purple.
Yet another burst of cheering. The chairman of the Dail Committee almost, but not quite, detonated like a fission bomb. The way ahead was blocked by people lining the way on a cross street. The cars beeped, and n.o.body heard them. With stiff, jerky motions Sean O"Donohue got out of the enforcedly stopped car. It had seemed that he could be no more incensed, but he was. Within ten feet of him a matronly black snake moved along the sidewalk with a manner of such a.s.surance and such impeccable respectability that it would have seemed natural for her to be carrying a purse.
Sean O"Donohue gasped once. His face was then a dark purple. He marched blindly into the mob of people before him. Somehow, the people of Tara gave way. But the sides of this cross street were crowded. Not only was all the population out and waiting to cheer, but the trees were occupied. By black snakes. They hung in tasteful draperies among the branches, sometimes two or three together. They gazed with intense interest at the scene below them. The solicitor general, following Sean O"Donohue, saw a black snake wriggling deftly between the legs of the packed populace--packed as if to observe a parade--to get a view from the very edge of the curb. The Chancellor of the Exchequer came apprehensively behind the solicitor general.
Sean O"Donohue burst through the ranks of onlookers. He stalked out onto the empty center of the street. He looked neither to right nor left. He was headed for the presidential mansion, there to strangle President O"Hanrahan in the most lingering possible manner.
But there came a roar of rejoicing which penetrated even his single-tracked, murder-obsessed brain. He turned, purple-face and explosive, to see what the obscene sound could mean.
He saw. The lean and lanky figure of the chief justice of the supreme court of the Planet Eire came running down the street toward him. He bore a large slab of sheet-iron.
As he ran, he played upon it the blue flame of a welding torch. The smell of hot metal diffused behind him. The chief justice ran like a deer. But he wasn"t leaving anything behind but the smell. Everything else was close on his heels.
A multicolored, mult.i.tudinous, swarming tide of dinies filled the highway from gutter to gutter. From the two-inch dwarfs to the purple-striped variety which grew to eight inches and sometimes fought cats, the dinies were in motion. They ran in the wake of the chief justice, enthralled and entranced by the smell of hot sheet iron. They were fascinated. They were bemused. They were aware of nothing but that ineffable fragrance. They hopped, ran, leaped, trotted and galloped in full cry after the head of the planet"s supreme court.
He almost b.u.mped into the stunned Sean O"Donohue. As he pa.s.sed, he cried: "Duck, man! The dinies are comin" tra-la, tra-la!"
But Sean O"Donohue did not duck. He was fixed, stuck, paralyzed in his tracks. And the dinies arrived. They ran into him. He was an obstacle. They played leapfrog over each other to surmount him. He went down and was merely a b.u.mp in the flowing river of prismatic colorings which swarmed after the racing chief justice.
But there was a limit to things. This was not the first such event in Tara, this day. The dinies, this time, filled no more than a block of the street. They swarmed past him, they raced on into the distance, and Sean O"Donohue struggled to a sitting position.
His shoes were shreds. Dinies had torn them swiftly apart for the nails in them. His garters were gone. Dinies had operated on his pants to get at the metal parts. His pockets were ripped. The bright metal b.u.t.tons of his coat were gone. His zippers had vanished. His suspenders dangled without any metal parts to hold them together, nor were there any pants b.u.t.tons for them to hold onto. He opened his mouth, and closed it, and opened it again and closed it. His expression was that of a man in delirium.
And, even before the Chancellor of the Exchequer and the solicitor general could lift him gently and bear him away, there came a final catastrophe, for the O"Donohue. The snakes who had watched events from the curbs, as well as those which had gazed interestedly from aloft, now began to realize that this was an affair which affected them. They came out and began to follow the vanishing procession, very much as small dogs and little boys pursue a circus parade. But they seemed to talk uneasily to each other as they flowed past Sean O"Donohue, sitting in the dust of the street, all his illusions vanished and all his hopes destroyed.
But the people of Tara did not notice. They cheered themselves hoa.r.s.e.
President O"Hanrahan held himself with some dignity in the tumble-down reception hall of the presidential mansion. Moira gazed proudly at him. The two still-active members of the Dail Committee looked uncomfortably around them. The cabinet of Eire was a.s.sembled.
"It"s sorry I am," said the President of Eire, "to have to issue a defiance to the Eire on Earth we owe so much to. But it can"t be helped. We had to have the black creatures to keep the dinies from eating us out of house and home altogether. We"ve been fightin" a rear-guard battle, and we needed them. In time we"d have won with their help, but time we did not have. So this mornin" Moira told me what she"d done yesterday. The darlin" had used the brains G.o.d gave her, and maybe holy St. Patrick put a flea in her ear. She figured out that dinies must find metal by its smell, and if its smell was made stronger by simple heatin" they"d be unable to resist it. And it was so. Ye saw the chief justice runnin" down the street with all the dinies after him."
The two members of the committee nodded.
"He was headin," said the president, "for the cold-storage plant that Sean O"Donohue had twitted me was empty of the provisions we"d had to eat up because of the dinies. It"s no matter that it"s empty now though. We can grow victuals in the fields from now on, because now the cold rooms are packed solid with dinies that ran heedless into a climate they are not used to an" fell--what was the word, Moira darlin"?"
"Torpid," said Moira, gazing at him.
"Torpid," agreed the president. "From now on when there"s too many dinies we can send somebody runnin" through the streets with a hot plate to call them into cold storage. We"ve pied pipers at will, to help out the black creatures that"ve done so much for us. If we"ve offended Eire on Earth, by havin" the black creatures to help us, we"re sorry. But we had to--till Moira and doubtless St. Patrick gave us the answer ye saw today. If we"re disowned, bed.a.m.ned if we don"t hang on! We can feed ourselves now. We can feed some extra mouths. There"ll be a ship droppin" by out of curiosity now and then, and we"ll trade with "em. If were disowned--we"ll be poor. But when were the Irish ever rich?"
The committeeman who was a manufacturer of precision machinery mopped his forehead.