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Tom talked of himself as on the staff of "The Firefly" such was the name of the newspaper whose editor sometimes paid him a weekly of great pretense, which took upon itself the mystery of things, as if it were God's spy. It was popular in a way, chiefly in fashionable circles.
And he wondered what the fellow's appetite could have been like before he lost some of it. "You don't act like one in delicate health," Freddie Firefly observed, as he watched the greedy Dusty consume more food. "Oh, but I am!" Dusty Moth protested feebly. "I'm so weak now that I can hardly raise myself with my wings." Freddie was sure that Dusty's trouble was merely due to his being too fat.
"You would have gone out of your own accord else," returned the Magician. "What!" exclaimed the Lamp, "am I not shining by my own light?" "Certainly not: you are not now a Firefly or a Star. You must now depend upon others. You would be dark for ever if I did not rekindle you by the help of this oil." "What!" cried the Lamp, "not shine of my own accord! Never!
"Don't be so cheerful," said Shep. "Boys, we have got to do some nice work with the oars, or else ship a lot of water," he added, gazing out on the black and angry lake. "Well, come on," said Giant. "The sooner we get at it the sooner we'll be on the other side." All took their places at the oars, and a few strokes sufficed to send them well out into Firefly Lake.
Grafton, fellow?" I demanded, the unwelcome truth coming over me. "That he does," remarked Harvey, laconically. "You won't be wanting her now, your honour?" "Hold my stirrup," I cried, for the news had put me in anger. "Hold my stirrup, sirrah!" I believe I took Firefly the best of thirty miles that afternoon and brought her back in the half-light, my saddle discoloured with her sweat.
There was a quantity of strange streaking and mottling about it, very different from the shapes on her walls. She was in a dream of pleasant perplexity, of delightful bewilderment. She could not tell whether she was upon her feet or drifting about like the firefly, driven by the pulses of an inward bliss. But she knew little as yet of her inheritance.
Two of them wore the uniform of German officers; but one and all were unconscious, and tightly roped. "What does this mean?" demanded Captain Greene. He looked up just as a stifled cry came from the Captain of the Firefly. On the other side of him, Colonel Bright staggered and would have fallen, had not a friendly hand steadied him.
But, if it is a question as to my veracity in the matter, I can only assure you that Miss Wynton's mission to Switzerland on behalf of 'The Firefly' is a mere blind for Mr. Spencer's extraordinary generosity. He is acting through the paper, it is true.
"Shall we go back for our skates?" asked Snap. "No, there isn't time." Without further words the four boy hunters started to cross Firefly Lake, stepping as much as possible on the portions that did not look extra slippery. Yet more than one went down with a thump, and this delayed them not a little. "Where are the deer?" queried Snap, when the other side of the lake was gained.
The news quickly spread through the town that the Gun Club was going away on another outing, and many envied our friends their coming pleasures. Ham Spink and Carl Rudder looked sour over the prospects. "Where are they going?" asked Carl. "To Firefly Lake, to their old camp." After this announcement both boys looked at each other suggestively.
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