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Pem's blue-star eyes were dim now, but in them was the wisdom of babes the wisdom oft hid from the wise and prudent. "Daddy-man!" She bowed her head over the pearl-woven prophecy, speaking very low. "I could always tell you my thoughts.
Pem's eyes were dim as she applied one to the lens of the microscope, to gaze once more at the painted Tritons; she was glad that in the freshness of the year it was oh! so soon now that the little Thunder Bird would momentarily color the skies and paint the World rose-colored in excitement over its demonstration over the heights that could be reached paving the way for the Triton of Tritons to come.
The sufferer actually winked one eye as the stimulant trickled down. "Well! my dear, the little recording apparatus is in that knapsack too; I I make you a present of it and of the codicil to my brother's will, as well.... You won't have to wait twelve years." Then, indeed, the trail seemed to double up, to wind itself around Pem's brain, rocks and all, only every rock was gold-edged, a nugget.
"For 'Starry' an' his father who's a queer fish, if ever there was one had a camp then up on Greylock peak, and the postmaster in charge o' the Greylock mail owned that he received letters for them addressed to another name only he couldn't wouldn't give it away." "Wha-at!" Pem's hand suddenly smote her lips. Her wide eyes were no patchwork now.
She was not the only pale girl present. By her side was Una, neighbor again in heart as in body, who laid one little agitated fist on Pem's knee while preparations for reading the will were being made, the two girls nestling together, as in chummy days, three years before, when in the peacock pride of thirteen they had conceitedly measured eyelashes.
Well! the sky was in Pem's eyes, of a truth, now, enough blue to make a Blue Peter, the flag of embarking, the flag of adventure; no rudeness of "nickum", earthbound, boastful, could ever humiliate her again, with Toandoah's emblem in her heart.
"See! See! That stands for I: two dots! I, three times repeated, gives the call," breathed the Guardian at Pem's elbow, her mature face a gold-set miniature of excitement, too. "Oh oh! I wonder if they'll 'get us', those boys those joking Henkyl Hunters?" The throbbing question was on every girlish lip. Eyes burned, like the torch, across the valley.
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