"Oh, no, no, no!" Miriam looked almost shocked. "That wouldn't be difficult, that would be impossible.  A Martian dictionary in Martian.  There's never been one before; the Martians don't need such things.  Uh, my part of it is just clerical; I type what they do.  Mike and Stinky - mostly Stinky - worked out a phonetic script for Martian, eighty-one characters.  So we had an I.B.M. typer worked over for those characters, using both upper and lower case - Boss darling, I'm ruined as a secretary; I type touch system in Martian now.  Will you love me anyhow?  When you shout 'Front!' and I'm not good for anything?  I can still cook... and I'm told that I have other talents."