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"And then and then something told me an aberration, I suppose, as my impulses usually are that I had some sort of r-right to see the very first record man had ever got of that upper air, of Space, if if I was go-ing to turn over a couple of hundred thousand dollars, for the pursuit of the sov-er-eign invention." "I I can't believe it," murmured Pem into the stony teeth of the Man Killer.
"Aw weel " the "dour" expression upon the speaker's long upper lip softening a little "weel! he may be ill-trickit, but he's a swanky lad, for a' that. Aye, fegs! an' braw, too." "Oh! he's 'swanky' enough swaggering but I don't think he's 'braw', handsome not with that little stand in his eye just like Una's, only more so." Pem added the last words under her breath.
A slim, girlish figure in forest green last sylvan word in Camp Fire uniforms which she was trying on she hung there, poised upon an inner pinnacle, while sunbeams racing down the whitewash did obeisance before her, while spectroscope, lathe and delicate balances, brilliant reflectors, offered her a brazen crown. "Well well, it's coming to you, Pem you sprite."
"T-take her first Una!" flickered Pem, a spicy flicker still, as she felt a strong grasp on her shoulder and looked up into the face of a broad-shouldered youth in a gray sweater; the engine might explode, but, to the last, they should not say of Toandoah's daughter that her courage was a Quaker gun. "Jove! but you're game," flashed the youth. "Well, keep up hang on I'll be back in a minute!"
En Doctor Claypool he 'uz a-workin' at him, en Pudd'nhead Wilson he 'uz a-he'pin', en ole Jedge Driscoll en Pem Howard 'uz a-standin' out yonder a little piece waitin' for 'em to get ready agin.
"If he were only here here!" he moaned; it was evident that the youthful daredevil who liked excitement, but "knew where to stop", was a tower of strength to the less balanced father. Pem was longing uncontrollably for his appearance, also for the rower whom she had robbed of his oars, while the sufferer seemed to find his only relief in talking about him.
"Yes! a black snake wouldn't harm you, even if he did bite." Pem was still reassuring her friend. "Did you hear him whistle?... But but what's that?" It was just half a minute later that she put the question. "He isn't making that noise with his tail still; is he?" She looked at Stud. Under the ruby eye of the lamp his face the face of a Stoutheart had turned suddenly pea-green.
Grosvenor was no longer "on her high ropes," as Pem had said in her father's laboratory; to-day she seemed to be, rather, on a snubbing-line which brought her up short now and again, even in the middle of a speech, when she looked at the inventor's blue-eyed daughter, his trusty little pal and that, sometimes, with spray in her eyes, too.
But the Light remained, the Presence, so near as it seemed to Pem at the moment even as she had felt it before upon a mountain-top, or at some matchless moment of beauty that she almost lisped confusedly: "Daddy in Heaven!" as once, a two-year-old, she had prattled it at her father's knee. Then what what? Another voice prattling near her chattering icily! A bully human voice! "Gosh!
Surely, no wishing-cap ever before was so bonnie, so becoming as the fine, emerald needles of the little cedar branch gripped together under the dimpled chin, fringing the sweet, saucy, girlish face, the star in the bright dark eye so intently fixed. Pem smiled; in the present crisis of her young life she didn't care if her friend's eyelashes were longer than hers by a whole ell.
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