Their feet sank into soft, lustrous deep-pile rugs made of
Venusian jungle grass.
The boys advanced toward the huge circular reception desk where a pretty
girl with red hair waited to greet them.
"May I help you?" she asked. She flashed a dazzling smile.
"You're a lucky girl," said Roger. "It just so happens you _can_ help
me. We'll have dinner together--just the two of us--and then we'll go to
the stereos. After which we'll--"
The girl shook her head sadly. "I can see your friend's got a bad case
of rocket shock," she said to Tom.
"That's right," Tom admitted. "But if you'll give us a triple room,
we'll make sure he doesn't disturb anybody."
"Ah," said Roger, "go blow your jets!"
"I have a nice selection of rooms here on photo-slides if you'd care to
look at them," the girl suggested.
"How many rooms in this hotel, Beautiful?" asked Roger.
"Nearly two thousand," answered the girl.
"And you have photo-slides of all two thousand?"
"Why, yes," answered the girl. "Why do you ask?"
"You and Astro go take a walk, Corbett," said Roger with a grin. "I'll
select our quarters!"
"You mean," asked the girl, a little flustered, "you want to look at all
the slides?"
"Sure thing, Lovely!" said Roger with a lazy smile.
"But--but that would take three hours!"
"Exactly my idea!" said Roger.
"Just give us a nice room, Miss," said Tom, cutting in.
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