"Zenna Henderson - Holding Wonder" - читать интересную книгу автора (Henderson Zenna)

would be the end of me!"

Mr. Kroginold brought his eyes back to us. "Well, it's all set in motion.
Ron's gone for the craft. He'll be here to pick us up as soon as he can make
it. Jemmy's taking readings on the capsule so we'll be able to attempt
rendezvous. Then, the Power being willing, we'll be able to bring the fellow
back:"

"I-I-" I stood up. This was suddenly too much. "I think maybe I'd better go
back in the house." I brushed the sand off the back of my robe. "One thing
bothers me still, though:"

"Yes?" Mrs. Kroginold smiled.

"How is the FBI going to convince the authorities of the other country?"

"Ay!" she said sobering. "Jake-" And I gathered my skirts up and left the
family there on the school porch. As I closed the teacherage door behind me, I
leaned against it. It was so dark-in here. And it was such light out there!
Why, they had jumped into helping without asking one single question! Then I
wondered what questions I had expected-Was the man a nice man? Was he worth
saving? Was he an important person?. What kind of reward? Is there a need?
That's all they needed to know!

I looked at the sleepcoat I hadn't worn yet, but I felt too morning to undress
and go to bed properly, so I slid out my robe and put my dress back on. And my
shoes. And sweater. And stood irresolutely in the middle of the floor. After
all! What is the etiquette for when your guests about to go into orbit from
your front porch?

Then there was a thud at the door and the knob rattle heard Mrs. Kroginold
call softly, "But Vincent! An Outsider?"
"But she isn't!" said Vincent, fumbling again at the door "She said she
isn't-she's a teacher. And I know she'd -'The door swung open suddenly and
tumbled Vincent to the schoolroom floor. Mrs. Kroginold was just outside outer
door on the porch.

"Sorry," she said, "Vincent thinks maybe you'd like see the craft arrive-but
--"

"You're afraid I might tell," I said for her. "And should be kept in the
family. I've been repository for odd family stories before. Well, maybe not
quite-

" Vincent scrambled for the porch. "Here it comes!" cried.

I was beside Mrs. Kroginold in a split second and, grasping hands, we raced
after Vincent. Mr. Kroginold had been standing in the middle of the
playground, but he drifted back to us as a huge-well, a huge nothing came do
through the moonlight.