Wanda was crying bitterly, her face wet with tears, her eyes red, her cheeks swollen.
    Hari Seldon hovered over her, patting her on the back, not knowing quite how to comfort her.
    "Grandpa, I'm a miserable failure. I thought I could push people and I could when they didn't mind being pushed too much, like Mom and Dad-and even then it took a long time. I even worked out a rating system of sorts, based on a ten-point scale-sort of a mental pushing power gauge. Only I assumed too much. I assumed that I was a ten, or at least a nine. But now I realize that, at most, I rate a seven."
    Wanda's crying had stopped and she sniffed occasionally as Hari stroked her hand. "Usually-usually-I have no trouble. If I concentrate, I can hear people's thoughts and when I want, I push them. But those muggers! I could hear them all right, but there was nothing I could do to push them away."
    "I thought you did very well, Wanda."
    "I didn't. I had a fan-fantasy. I thought people would come up behind you and in one mighty push I'd send them flying. That way I was going to be your bodyguard. That's why I offered to be your bod-bodyguard. Only I wasn't. Those two guys came up and I couldn't do a thing."
    "But you could. You made the first man hesitate. That gave me a chance to turn and clobber him."
    "No no. I had nothing to do with it. All I could do was warn you he was there and you did the rest."
    "The second man ran away."
    "Because you clobbered the first guy. I had nothing to do with it." She broke out again in tears of frustration. "And then the magistrate. I insisted on the magis............