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Grosvenor, hasn't already got, will still be held in trust by me, as executor of the will, for for that griffin of a younger brother of his who cleared out over twenty years ago and hasn't sent a line to his family since." "Was Mr. Treffrey Graham really such a zany?" Pem asked the question for the nineteenth time, her black eyebrows arching. "My word!
"No gutter in the world's as wet as this," said Agnes, who had peeled off her brother's sock, and was now toasting it at the embers on a pair of tongs. "Surely you know the running water by the edge of the Trumpington road? It's turned on occasionally to clear away the refuse a most primitive idea. When I was up we had a joke about it, and called it the 'Pem." "How complimentary!"
"See that you don't make a trouble out of it, for trouble is a hor-rid kettle-o'-fish for the troublers see!... But listen! Listen! Surely that's singing singing from somewhere other singing!" She paused on tiptoe, a green dryad, one little hand, fair as a flower-petal, curled about her startled ear. But Pem was for the moment comfort-proof. "Bah!
It was here that Pem, dazzled, saw the Thunder Bird, with a clear sky, tear tear away moonward and noticed at the same time, through some little loophole in the watch-tower of her excitement, the figure of a man with a gray tourist's cap pulled down to his eyes, rather waveringly crossing the street without.
Pem had designed it herself, painted it herself upon a two-foot poster, gaining thereby a green honor-bead for handicraft. And before that the girl, wrestling with the heavy disappointment of that tantalizing will, brought up her hands clasped.
The fish seemed never to have been alive, the meat had no kick, and the cork of the college claret slid forth silently, as if ashamed of the contents. Agnes was particularly pleasant. But her brother could not recover himself. He still remembered their desolate arrival, and he could feel the waters of the Pem eating into his instep.
Last time it was in the ice-box," snapped she, as coolly, not to be outdone. "So you did remember know me us!" "How could I help remembering that icy train-wreck?" He was slipping the rope in a noose under her arms. "Perhaps, some day.... Well! I'm glad to be 'Jack at a Pinch' again, anyway." "R-ready!" he shouted then. And Pem was drawn up, to face a Highland squall from Andrew.
To Pem little visionary plunged from her dreams of pressing the magic button on a mountain-top, of watching the Thunder Bird tear, tear away moonward, switching its long tail of light, the whole thing seemed an illusion the wrong side of her dream.
Never, perhaps, did a professor's laboratory, the stern, hardware "lab." of a mechanical engineer, react to anything so fairy-like as when Pem, scurrying down a flight of stairs to the workshop which her father had fitted up in his own house not his University laboratory with the tall spectroscope sat down to a table and began industriously to weave.
"Summer and winter, I've done a lot of climbing, up here!" "You try it! Any girl try sitting in the Devil's Chair! Why! there isn't a girl living who could do it," crowed the gray-shouldered youth: and now his tones were lordly, as if he were picking himself up after an inner tumble. "Hey! Is that so?" Pem over-hearing ground the words between her teeth.
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