a code
which must be followed. Do unto others as you would have them do unto
you. I'm sure that if I lived in a state of ignorant sin, I would
humbly appreciate the kindness of someone letting me know. I'm sure
that, in time, you will also come to appreciate it."

It was quite a noble speech, and her two companions bowed their space
suit helmets in acknowledgement. Johnny's mouth and eyes were wide,
and desperate. She stepped back then and we all stood there looking at
the monster.

The dome of its head began to tilt until the eye was fastened upon us.
It swept over the three ladies, hesitated on Johnny as if recognizing
him, but came to rest upon me. It stared at me for a full minute. I
stared back. In some strange way I felt as if my psychiatrist were
staring at me, as he often did.

Then the great eye slowly closed, and opened again. As slowly, and
somewhat to my amazement, I felt one of my eyes close and open. I
winked at it.

"That's all for this evening," Aunt Mattie said crisply. "Let it have
its clothes, get used to them. I have the pattern in my mind. Tomorrow
we will get out our sewing machines, and really get busy, girls."

All the way back to the entrance of the bubble, I felt that huge eye
upon me, following me.

Why me?

* * * * *

The girls did not need to get busy the next morning.

I was awakened by a shout, there was the sound of running feet in the
hall, and a pounding on my door. Sleepy eyed, for I had dreamed of the
monster's eye all night long, I opened the door as soon as I had found
a robe to cover my own nakedness. It was Johnny, of course.

"Most amazing thing," he rushed in and collapsed into a sitting
position on the side of my bed. "Absolutely amazing. You should see
them."

"What?" I asked.

The rumpus must have disturbed the ladies, too, for there came another
knock on my door, and when I opened it all three of them stood there
fully dressed. Apparently they had arisen at the crack of dawn to get
busy with their sewing. Miss Point and Mrs. Waddle averted their eyes
modestly from the V neck of my robe and my bare legs. Aunt Mattie was
used to my shameless ways.

"What is it?" Aunt Mattie asked crisply.

Johnny leaped to his feet again.

"Amazing," he said again. "I'll have to show you. You'll never believe
it."

"Young man," Aunt Mattie said sharply. "No one has accused you of
untruthfulness, and you are hardly a judge of what we are ca