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"West and Jamison took a moon-jeep to get to it. I don't know what the set will be. I don't know anything, yet. I'm waiting to be told about the job, myself." "If I've got to cook up a story-line," observed Bell, "I have to know the set. Who'll act? You know how amateurs can ham up any script! How about a part for Babs? Nice kid!" Cochrane found himself annoyed, without knowing why.
She regarded him from a contour-chair exactly opposite his. She said happily: "Mr. West and Mr. Jamison are the science men, Mr. Cochrane. I got Mr. Bell as the writer." "A great triumph!" Cochrane told her. "Did you get any idea what all this is about? Why we're going up?" "No," admitted Babs cheerfully. "I haven't the least idea. But I'm going to the moon!
"About this younger son that came to America, now?" sez I. "Well, the present Earl married beneath him I visited close to Clarenden Castle, an' I know all about it," sez Bill. "He married an American girl with lots of money, Florence Jamison of Philadelphia." "Jamison?" sez I. "Yes, Jamison," sez Bill. "I suppose you are well acquainted with the Philadelphia Jamisons?"
"Lady Helena is in town, my lady. Will " Jamison hesitated, "will you not come in, my lady, and wait until her ladyship comes?" Again for a moment Edith hesitated and thought. It would be necessary for some one to explain she could not go away either without knowing whether the injury he had received were fatal or not, since that injury was received in her service. She set her lips and alighted.
He scowled more deeply than before. "I'm sorry you feel that way. But if that's it " "And on the way," said Babs. "When they're not watching, you might kiss me." They had a considerable pile of the red-fleshed fruits ready when the ground had cooled enough for them to reach the landing-sling. Once aboard the ship, Cochrane headed for the control-room, with Jamison and Bell tagging after him.
Nat'rally you want to get out on the bare ground, for there's allus a lot of clearin' up to be done in the spring and old man Jamison was poorly last year and didn't keep things up to the mark." "Yes," I replied, "I am as eager to get to work outdoors as the boys were to go after rabbits. I believe I shall like the work, but that is not the question.
For this purpose two representative men came over from the city on the 11th, in the little steamer Antelope, under a white flag. The party consisted of the late United States district judge, A.G. Magrath, now Secretary of State for South Carolina, and General D.F. Jamison, their new Secretary of War.
Having reached the patch, we found almost as bad a tangle as in the blackcap patch, except that the canes were more upright in their growth and less full of spines or briers. "It's plain enough," continued Mr. Jones, "that old man Jamison was too poorly to take much care of things last year. You see, these red raspberries grow different from those black ones yonder.
Jamison declaimed, wearing a throat-mike as Bell zestfully panned his camera and the ship swung down. It was an impressive broadcast. The rockets roared. With the coming of air about the ship, they no longer made a mere rumbling. They created a tumult which was like the growl of thunder if one were in the midst of the thunder-cloud. It was a numbing noise. It was almost a paralyzing noise.
"Well, you're comin' on for a beginner. I'm kind o' shy of book- plans, though. But try it. I'll come over, as I used to when old man Jamison was here, and sit on the fence and make remarks." Planting an acre of potatoes was no light task for us, even after the ground was plowed and harrowed, and the furrows for the rows were marked out.
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