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If!-"i i''The TinkkrBY POUL ANDERSONThe very first day he was there. Aunt Edith said to him, "Now, Peter, be sure not to leave the grounds alone.""Why not?" he asked, suddenly wondering if this was going to be as much fun as he had thought. It had been a sort of disappointing trip from Sol, days...

ONEGaspard de la Nuit, journeyman writer, ran a chamois along the gleaming brass baseplate of his towering wordmill with exactly the same absentminded affection with which he would somewhat later this morning stroke the smooth squirmy flank of Heloise Ibsen, master writer. Automatically he checked...