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fail to prepare them.
    Ah.She smiled shortly.
    The last of his students had vanished up the corridor. Well, I better catch up with them. Will you be sitting in on my whole course? Come on along,I'll make a welder of you yet.
    She shook her head ruefully. You actually make it sound attractive. But I'm afraid I have a full-time job.
    I have to turn you loose. She gave him a short nod. You'll do all right, Mr. Graf.

Chapter 3
    Andy stuck out his tongue, extruding the blob of creamed rice Claire had just spooned into his mouth.
    Beh,he remarked. The blob, spurned as food, apparently exerted new fascination as a plaything, for he caught it between his upper right and lower left hands as it slowly rotated off. Eh! he protested as his new satellite was reduced to a mere smear.
    Oh, Andy, Claire muttered in frustration, and removed the smear from his hands with a vigorous swipe from a rather soiled high-capillarity towel. Come on, baby, you've got to try this. Dr. Yei says it's good for you!
    Maybe he's full, Tony offered helpfully.
    The nutritional experiment was taking place in Claire's private quarters, awarded her upon the birth of Andy and shared with the baby. She often missed her old dormitory mates, but reflected ruefully that the company had been right; her popularity and Andy's fascination would probably not have survived too many night feedings, diaper changes, gas attacks, mysterious diarrheas and fevers, or other infant nocturnal miseries.
    Of late she'd missed Tony, too. In the last six i weeks she'd hardly seen him, his new welding instructor was keeping him so busy. The pace of life seemed to be picking up all over the Habitat. There were days when there scarcely seemed to be time to draw breath.
    Maybe he doesn't like it, suggested Tony. Have you tried mixing it with that other goo?
    Everybody's an expert,sighed Claire. Except me . . . He ate some yesterday, anyway.How does it taste?
    I don't know, I never tried it. Hm.Tony plucked the spoon from her hand and twirled it in the opened seal
    -a-cup, picked up a blob, and popped it in his mouth. Hey—!began Claire indignantly. Ben! Tony choked. Give me that towel.He rid himself of his sample. No wonder he spits it out. It's Gag Station.
    Claire grabbed the spoon back, muttered Huh! ,and floated over to her kitchenette to push it throughthe hand-holes to the water dispenser and give it a steaming rinse. Germs! she snapped accusingly at Tony.
    You try it!
    She sniffed the food cup in renewed doubt. I'll take your word for it.
    Andy in the meantime had captured his lower right hand with his uppers and was gnawing on it.
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    You're not supposed to have meat yet, Claire sighed, straightening him back out. Andy inhaled, preparing for complaint, but let it go in a mere Aah,as the door slid open revealing a new object of interest.
    How's it going, Claire? asked Dr. Yei. Her thick useless downsider legs trailed relaxed from her hips as she pulled herself into the cabin. Claire brightened. She liked Dr. Yei; things always seemed to calm down a bit when she was around. Andy won't eat the creamed rice. He liked the strained banana well enough.
    Well, next feeding try introducing the oatmeal instead, said Dr. Yei. She floated over to Andy, held out her hand; he captured it with his uppers. She peeled off his hands, held her hand down farther; he grasped at it with his lowers, and giggled. His lower body coordination is coming along nicely. Bet it will nearly match the upper by his first birthday.
    And that fourth tooth broke through day before yesterday, said Claire, pointing it out.
    Nature's way of telling you it's time to eat creamed rice, Dr. Yei lectured the baby with mock seriousness. He clamped to her arm,beady eyes intent upon her gold loop earrings, nutrition quite forgotten. Don't fret too much, Claire. There's always this tendency to push things with the first child, just to reassure yourself it can all be done. It will be more relaxed with the second. I guarantee