That's it; no 'ifs, ands, buts, ' or any other qualifications. I think you're a beautiful girl, you just don't know it yet."Sandy chuckled derisively...."Don't give me that. I'm not pretty." Are you kidding me? You're gorgeous! Listen, I don't want to scare you off or make you think I'm a stalker or something, but you are a beautiful girl." Oh, please! No one has ever called me pretty before. I'm not beautiful, I'm just a plain-Jane average looking girl." Boy, your mirror must not be very good.". David, we've been so worried about you. Shipwrecked in the Irish sea — how horrible that must have been!"For a moment David was nonplussed till he remembered that his double had died in the sinking of the Irish ferry."Oh and congratulations are in order — marrying royalty. Your father is livid — but your mother has been searching through catalogues for a dress to outdo the classiest aristocrat!" Bunny — Miss Pratchet seemed amused. She was David's mother's personal Secretary. She had also been. Yet only minutes later they returned to the Parlor again with all her clothing still in place.That would also be a record. This one for the shortest amount of time that Synthia has ever been able to hold the interest of a client — new, or otherwise.It didn't seem like anything was badly wrong, however. The man was smiling happily and thanking her as he gallantly escorted her back to her preferred waiting position. And the 'bots who know Synthia well could see she wasn't upset about anything. The second half of the previous day's drill had been more subdued and orderly -- or less disorderly. The number of stewards assigned to the receiving neighborhood was reduced to match its counterpart. Surplus stewards likewise remained to observe and, later, participate.The return trip drill was even better than the outbound trip. The lessons learned during the first half of the drill were quickly implemented. The entire drill was completed in ninety-five minutes.All twenty-four of the stewards.