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That inflammable knot was not hard to find. Split with the toy axe which the girl who had won an honor bead for signaling carried at her belt a modern Maid Marion, at home in all woodcraft it blazed, transplendent, a foot-long flambeau, searching the Pinnacle's darkest nooks, winning sleepy birds from their slumbers, calling upon them to follow too, as Tomoke, nimble of foot as her aërial namesake, presently dashed up the hill, with it held high!
That's what I hurled at him; at his crowing, cock-a-hoop back!" The older girl's face softened, melted into whimsicality now, into a freakish surprise that encircled, like a golden ring, her wide-open mouth. Up up from the Pinnacle's softer side, its tender, heavenly side, the chant came ringing, the merry chant and challenge: "Then then don't take a nap, For we're on the map!" "Camp Fire Girls!
"And and I just know the dear-est, loveliest pin-ey nook," she went on in a choir-boy sing-song; "half-way down the Pinnacle's softer side it is, where we may build our fire. Halleluiah! I suppose I'll have to get busy and gather fagots, as in Camp Fire rank I'm a Wood Gatherer. Oh, dear! Will you listen to old Andrew. Now what is he singing?"
In the new, the wider future before us soon to confront all of you let us bring to it our Camp Fire hall-mark: the hall-mark of the woods: purity of the Pinnacle's breath, the 'pep' of the outdoor dawn tenderness of the twilight, when we feel that God is near!... And now and now! let us sing our grace, not for this food alone, but for the new manna which has fallen for us the glorious manna of opportunity."
The Scot, indeed, relaxing from prim silence and chauffeur ceremony here upon the Pinnacle's height, with only two young girls to marshal instead of the mechanism of lever and brake although the former, as he had found to his cost might prove the worse handful of the two was alternately whistling, with lips drily pursed, and crooning in the burr-like accents which adhered like a thistle to his tongue, his version of a very old song: "Young lassie!
Well " indignantly "that was just one with his passing Una and me when we only wanted to thank him, felt as if we naturally must thank him, for for.... Bah! I won't think of the horrid wreck now! Or of him, either! I'll be taken up with the view! Isn't it exquisite sublime? Not interrupted as it is up there on the Pinnacle's crest!... Ah-h!"
"Oh! how glad I am now," she ran on breathlessly, "that we made Andrew leave the car down in a garage at the Pinnacle's foot and bring us up here for a sort of picnic supper," sending a sidelong glance scouting round for the tall, capped figure of the grizzled chauffeur who, a brief ten years before, had been driving his "laird's" car upon Ben Muir, a heathery mountain of his native Highlands.
Gathering her short, green skirt about her, for she wore, as on that February day in her father's laboratory, what he called the "nixie green", the sylvan Camp Fire uniform, the inventor's daughter stretched herself breast downward, upon the flat ledge of the Pinnacle's crest.
It caught the whooping amazement on Andrew's smooth-shaven upper lip, shimmering through a veil of anxiety lest, somewhere, there might be another "Deev's Chair" around, or a madcap lassie to sit in it, as, with an irresistible "Hoot mon!" he brought up the rear of the fantastic revel; the rush of green-clad maidens, the elfin tassels of their Tam-o'-shanters waving, and of demented birds for the Pinnacle's tallest crag.
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