title: Stories for an Enchanted Afternoon
author:  Kristine Kathryn Rusch 
description: In less than 20 years, Rusch has won most of the major sf and fantasy awards, including the Best Editor Hugo during her stint at the <i>Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction</i>. She admits that her editorial labors reduced her fictional output and apologizes, but she needn't, given the quality of these stories. "Skin Deep," her first published story, ended up in two best-of-the-year anthologies. "Echea," "Coolhunting," and "The Gallery of His Dreams" are all award winners. "Millennium Babies" is accomplished social commentary without being any less of a story. Altogether, they display versatility and capability that very few other sf hands could honestly claim to possess. Moreover, Rusch's work is more accessible than that of many others in the field. This gathering is a perfect vehicle for introducing readers to one of the more accomplished younger sf authors. <i>Roland Green</i><br /><i>Copyright  American Library Association. All rights reserved</i>
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  # SIX SHORT STORIES
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ### P. G. WODEHOUSE
  
  
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  CUPID AND THE PAINT-BRUSH
  
  
  THE IDLE KING
  
  
  THE DASTARDLY BEHAVIOUR OF BASHMEAD
  
  
  ALL ABOUT THE PASTIME OF DIVORCE
  
  
  AUBREY'S ARRESTED INDIVIDUALITY
  
  
  THE DISAPPEARANCE OF PODMARSH
  
  
  
  
  
  
      
  
  
  Etext by Dagny
  
  
  and the Blandings Group
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ### CUPID AND THE PAINT-BRUSH
  
  
  
  
  
    
  Marjorie was sitting under the cedar on the tennis-lawn. It seemed
  
  
  to me that the best way of spending my morning would be to go and sit
  
  
  under the cedar on the tennis-lawn too.
  
  
    
  "Good morning," I said as I came up. I had seen her before, but
  
  
  "Good morning" is such an excellent conversational gambit.
  
  
    
  "Good morning," said Marjorie. She marked with a finger her place
  
  
  in the book she was reading, and tried to impress me with the idea that
  
  
  she was busy, but could give me two minutes if I had something of
  
  
  exceptional importan