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Updated: May 7, 2025
"How many jet boats do you have?" was the first thing Strong heard as he stepped through the door to the interior of the passenger ship. "Al James!" cried Manning. "So this is your tub?" The startled young skipper, whom Tom, Roger and Astro had met in Atom City, turned to face the blond-headed cadet. "Manning!" he gasped.
But if you believe in the clap-of-thunder theory, as I do, why, then, for a man nearing forty, taken off his feet by a blond-headed girl, Julian, too, behaved admirably. As for Mrs. Julian, there was never any doubt as to her conduct. I used to think her and I was not alone in the opinion the most perfect combination of gentleness and power, and charity and humour, that I had ever seen.
But the core of the army were the serried files of Aryan horse and foot,—blond-headed, blue-eyed men, Persians and Medes, veterans of twenty victories. Their muscles were tempered steel. Their unwearying feet had tramped many a long parasang.
He had been out in the world, and had found it even harder-hearted than his own home, which now he idealized in the first flush of returning to it. Again he saw himself, a blond-headed little fellow with stocking down at heel, climbing the steep staircase, or digging in the clay at the front gate with the air full of the breath of lilacs.
This time I was more fortunate, for I found a young Swede, square-built and blond-headed, who said he had worked on his father's farm in the old country, and had left it because it was too small for the five boys. Otto was slow of speech and of motion, but he said he could work, and I hired him. The other man whom I sent to the farm at the same time proved of no use whatever.
It was this same big, humorous, blond-headed boy, who had several times outwitted and beaten him, though not always, for the hard-bitten old salt horse had now gotten his yacht back from Jim's grip, and, through one of his agents, had a few days ago relieved him of his treasure.
Shinny, sir," said Tom, "and they've volunteered. I haven't spoken to Roger yet, but I'm sure he'd be willing to try." Roger stepped through the door. "Whatever it is," said Roger, "I'm ready." "Eavesdropping on your commanding officer," said Connel, eying the blond-headed cadet speculatively, "is a very serious offense."
And so ends the service of the day. The blond-headed Bavarian begins to hum the last Tafelliêd, and our quiet Dane smiles reservedly. “Whither, friends, shall we bend our steps?” No! by the eternal spirit of modesty, we will not visit the dance-houses to-day!
"Why, twenty minutes to blast-off time, sir," answered the blond-headed cadet. "Then it won't go off for another forty minutes," said Connel. "But, sir " began Roger, and then fell silent. The room was quiet. Everyone looked at Roger and then at Connel. "Honestly, sir, I didn't mean to make a mistake. I " pleaded Roger. Connel turned around. His face suddenly looked very tired.
Her beaming face is eloquent repudiation of your pity, and she verily believes her blond-headed, scholarly Prince a bountiful equivalent for all Croesus' belongings. Rich little Kittie! After all, where genuine love reigns, worldly environment matters comparatively little; love makes happiness, and happiness is the reconciler."
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