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Updated: June 3, 2025
At lightning speed, fifty miles the first minute, a hundred the next, it leaped from its mountain platform straight up bound for the vacant lot of space. Explosion after bright explosion tore the cloud-banks as, one by one, the innumerable little rockets, which Pem had watched her father fitting into their grooves in its interior far back in that quiet laboratory went off.
The sigh of the mountain breeze came soothingly across the lake to lull their slumbers as they lay down to rest, side by side, in the little bungalow cots of which a dozen ranged the length of the great water-side dormitory half-open, half-screened. Yet Pem fell asleep imploring Ta-Te and lost the little record altogether in her dreams!
"With your infernal lies about your home and family!" burst forth dad, in sudden wrath at Polly's tears. "I didn't fool, I didn't lie, sir!" blurted out Dan, fiercely. "I did nothing of the kind!" "If you will kindly do the boy justice to remember, he did not, Cousin Pem!" and Miss Stella's clear, sweet voice rose in witness. "You gave his family history yourself.
It was what the daring little ski-runner, Pem, herself, had been vaguely wondering; she liked this jolly wit-snapper who preferred his excitement warm. "Ha! there goes the engine exploding," he gasped a moment later, as he set her down. "Bursting inward!
And then arose the question as to the next move; how to go about obtaining further help. "We might might make a stretcher with poles, saplings, with our sweaters, your coat, Andrew, and and carry him down to the nearest farmhouse," Pem suggested. "No-o thank you!"
Make as long an arm as she could, this daring Pem, her five feet three of slim girlish stature would not become the five feet nine of the daredevil who preceded her! Emergency balks at extension. That right arm, racked, fell limply back. The blue of her eyes, hooking to the spur, if her fingers couldn't, grew glazed like enamel.
"I don't know." "Elevated 'em, did n't he? Did n't he elevate Pem?" "Yes, sir." "Always remember that; you want to fix your mind on leading things. Remember that Pericles elevated the Greeks. Who was Pericles? "He was a" "Was he a philosopher?" "Yes, sir." "No, he was n't. Socrates was a philosopher. When did he flourish? And so on, and so on.
And ever afterwards Pem liked that churlish nickum because he ignored her then; because he had no more consciousness of her presence, or of Una's, or of the June woman's, than if they had been rocks blank rocks by the trail, as he flung himself on his knees beside his father. "Dad! Dad!" he cried, his face as gray-blue with hurry as his baseball flannels. "Oh-h!
Camp Fire Girls! Here on the Pinnacle 'map'!" Pem caught her breath wildly. Never oh! never was a turn of the tide more welcome. Never was a diversion more welcome! "We're on the map, R-ready to prove it with snap!" Snap was in the very sunset as the evening breeze learned the song.
EP is the normal, and the actual motion of P is PM, perpendicular to EP, the angle PEM being made equal to CEA. Find now the component EN of the motion ES, which is perpendicular to EP. Draw NM and produce it to cut EP produced in R the center of curvature at P. The operations being exactly like those above described, will be readily traced by the reader without further explanation.
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