"Good evening. How do you like bird's eggs a la Nemar?" Jeannette pointed1 to the shells beside him.
"Hello. They're very good." He motioned her to sit down.
"The youngsters here gather them out of the trees. They make a sport of it." She reached for one from the pile near them and tapped it open. "Sentimental2 creatures—they always leave one or two so the mother bird won't be unhappy."
Kirk was trying to draw his eyes away from the young Nemarian mother in the group near him who was complacently3 nursing her baby in full view of everyone. Jeannette stared in the direction of his look.
"Oh, you'll get used to that soon enough."
He wondered if he would. They made a rather touching4 picture, though, he realized through his embarrassment5. There was a lot of tenderness in the woman's gestures.
"They spoil their children rotten."
She shrugged7. "Oh, they're polite enough. But just try and make them do something they don't want to! They're completely undisciplined—they're fed when they please, they sleep when they please, they do whatever they like. They have schools for them, but it's completely up to the children whether they want to go or not. The parents haven't a thing to say about it. No one ever lays a hand to them, no matter what they do."
"I haven't noticed any quarreling," he said, surprised at his own observation. It was true. He hadn't seen a sign of it, even between the children themselves, though they made enough noise yelling and romping8.
"Oh, those tactics fit them perfectly9 for this society," she said indifferently. "The adults here are just like the children. Nobody ever does any work."
"But that's impossible. The food, the houses, the—"
"Well, I suppose I exaggerated. They do things they don't like once in awhile, if they want the end product enough. But mostly, if they can't make a big game of it, they don't do it. Tomorrow's nut-gathering10 day," she added irrelevantly11.
"Nut-gathering day?"
"Yes. Everybody frolics off into the hills to pick nuts. Like a picnic. That's what I mean—if they didn't consider it a pleasure outing, the nuts could hit them on the head, and they'd never bother to pick them up." She cocked her head at him. "Want to go?"
"Go where? Nut-gathering, you mean?" He laughed. "No, thanks."
"Thought you might like to study the natives in their day-to-day activities, get the real local flavor. You might learn something, at that. Though I guess you'd have a rough time climbing the trees."
"I've had an hour a day at gymnastics for the past three years."
"Yes, you look in good shape." Her glance swept over him approvingly. "But gymnastics and those trees are two different things. The edible12 nuts grow on the tall trees, not the short ones, and they sway in the wind. The young men do most of the climbing. They're pretty wonderful physical specimens13, I'll say that." She glanced at one of them near by, who was whispering in the ear of a Nemarian girl.
Kirk felt oddly annoyed. They were magnificent physical specimens, he thought. But then so were the women and children. He realized that he hadn't seen a sickly or weak-looking native since he arrived. Even the old people kept their magnificent posture14, and managed to make age seem a matter of gathering wisdom instead of collecting infirmities. Weren't they ever sick, he wondered.
"The girls are lovely, too," he reminded her.
"Yes, but try to get near one of them," she flashed back. "They prefer their own." Her eyes narrowed. "They're pleasant people, but they're not pleasant to live with. It gets on your nerves after awhile."
"Why didn't you leave, Jeannette?"
"On the spaceship you came on?"
"Yes. There may not be another for five years."
"That's the big question," she said slowly. "I'm not sure I know the answer. I half intended to leave on the ship when it came. But when it came down to it, I didn't leave." She stared ahead of her. "Something about the place gets you. Maybe it's the life. Maybe you get used to lying around in the sun, and you feel kind of frightened at returning to all the hustle15 and bustle16 of Terra. And then, you keep waiting, hoping that—"
"Hoping what?"
For a moment, she looked defenseless and a little hurt. Then the cynical17 smile came back. "You don't even know what you're hoping for, really," she said lightly.

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