t Intelligence
myself, by the way. They said they'd be glad to have me."

"Not at all incidentally," remarked Pilch, "my Service also would be
glad to have you."

"Would they?" Trigger looked at her thoughtfully. "That includes that
total therapy process, doesn't it?"

"Usually," said Pilch.

"Well, I might some day. But not just yet." She smiled. "Let's let Lyad
get a head start! Actually, it's just I've found out there are so many
interesting things going on all around that I'd like to look them over a
bit before I go charging seriously into a career again." She reached
across the table and tapped Pilch's wrist. "And I'll show you one
interesting thing that's going on right here! Take Mantelish's big tree
out there!"

"The sequoia?"

"Yes. Now just last year it was looking so bad they almost talked the
professor into having it taken away. Hardly a green branch left on it."

Pilch shaded her eyes and looked at the sequoia's crown far above them.
"It looks," she observed reflectively, "in fairly good shape at the
moment, I'd say!"

"Yes, and it's getting greener every week. Mantelish brags about a new
solvent he's been dosing its roots with. You see that great big branch
like an L turned upward, just a little above the center?"

Pilch looked again. "Yes," she said after a moment, "I think so."

"Just before the L turns upward, there's a little cluster of green
branches," Trigger said.

"I see those, yes."

Trigger picked up the field glasses and handed them to her. "Get those
little branches in the glasses," she said.

Pilch said presently, "Got them."

Trigger stood up and faced up to the sequoia. She cupped her hands to
her mouth, took a deep breath, and yelled. "Yoo-hoo! Reee-pul-sive!"

Down in the garden, Mantelish straightened and looked about angrily.
Then he saw Trigger and smiled.

"Yoo-hoo yourself, Trigger!" he shouted, and turned back to his spading.

Trigger watched Pilch's face from the side. She saw her give a sudden
start.

"Great Galaxies!" Pilch breathed. She kept on looking. "That's one for
the book, isn't it?" Finally she put the glasses down. She appeared
somewhat stunned. "He really is a little green man!"

"Only when he's trying to be. It's a sort of sign of friendliness."

"What's he doing up there?"

"He moved over into the sequoia right after we got back," Trigger said.
"And that's where he'll probably stay indefinitely now. It's just the
right kind of place for Repu