The trip was made in a chartered Flying Greyhound, and Mike sat up in the astrodome above the driver, with Jill on one side and Dorcas on his other, and stared and stared in awed wonderment as the girls pointed out sights to him and chattered in his ears.  The seat, being intended for two people, was very crowded, but Mike did not mind, as a warming degree of growing closer necessarily resulted.  He sat with an arm around each, and looked and listened and tried to grok and could not have been happier if he had been ten feet under water.