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Mr. Weemsby paused in the central passage. "Why don't you kids go forward and enjoy the hop? I've got calls waiting."
"Certainly, Daddy."
"You'll excuse me, Thor? Business goes on -- it's back to the mines for Uncle Jack."
"Of course . . . Uncle Jack."
Leda led him forward and they sat down in a transparent bubble on the forward surface. The car rose straight up until they were several thousand feet high. It made a traffic-circle sweep over a desert plain, then headed north toward mountains.
"Comfy?" asked Leda.
"Quite. Uh, except that I'm dirty and mussed."
"There's a shower abaft the lounge. But well be home shortly -- so why not enjoy the trip?"
"All right." Thorby did not want to miss any of fabulous Terra. It looked, he decided, like Hekate -- no, more like Woolamurra, except that he had never seen so many buildings. The mountains --
He looked again. "What's that white stuff? Alum?"
Leda looked. "Why, that's snow. Those are the Sangria de Cristos."
" 'Snow,' " Thorby repeated. "That's frozen water."
"You haven't seen snow before?"
"I've heard of it. It's not what I expected." "It is frozen water -- and yet it isn't exactly; it's more feathery." She reminded herself of Daddy's warning; she must not show surprise at anything.
"You know," she offered, "I think I'll teach you to ski."
Many miles and some minutes were used explaining what siding was and why people did it
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