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She enjoyed the sound of her own voice, and she enjoyed the emotions which her utterance of the rhythmic stanzas set coursing through her brain. It was obvious to her that Wilbur was captivated by her reading, and she delighted in giving herself up to the spirit of the text with the reservations appropriate to an enlightened but virtuous soul.
Wherein are these people whom you went to see on a lower footing than yourself? Granting that they have less money than you do, or even, perhaps, less than I have, are you ready to admit that money is the question that settles positions in society?" "MISS WILBUR! Miss Wilbur! can't we go in Miss Lily's class to-day, our teacher isn't here?"
"Take care!" said John, turning white with passion. "While I'm about it, there's something more I want to say," continued Wilbur undauntedly. "Yesterday you knocked my little brother off his sled and sent him home crying. If you do it again, you will have somebody else to deal with." John trembled with anger.
"You mean when you told me there wasn't any talk, you told me a falsehood?" "No!" Fanny gasped. "You did!" "I tell you I didn't know how much talk there was, and it wouldn't have amounted to much if Wilbur had lived." And Fanny completed this with a fatal admission: "I didn't want you to interfere." George overlooked the admission; his mind was not now occupied with analysis.
"Some of you fellows must remember the notorious case of Captain Wilbur and the 'Speedwell; but I'll briefly refresh your memories: He was a well-known shipmaster of the palmy days, and his vessel was one of the finest clippers ever launched on the shores of New England. But she was growing old; and Wilbur had suffered serious financial reverses, though the fact wasn't generally known.
I ain't generally got to tell that to a man but once; but I'll stretch the point just for love of you, angel child. Now, then, move!" Wilbur stood motionless puzzled beyond expression. No experience he had ever been through helped in this situation. "Look here," he began, "I "
A year went by in which Wilbur was perforce left to his self-education, working for Porter Howgill or at the garage or for Sam Pickering as he listed. "I'm making good money," was his steady rejoinder to Winona's hectoring. "As if money were everything," wrote Winona in her journal, where she put the case against him.
So the Piper marched out upon the scow, playing magnificently; some dozen young men followed him and with poles pushed themselves ashore. Then, amid cheers a couple of volunteers came back for another load from the wrecked vessel. When several trips had been made successfully and Madame and the children had been safely landed, Alfred Wilbur came forward and offered to pole a crowd over.
"No," replied the lad. "I am a Forest Guard, and in charge of this station. You will have to camp elsewhere." At these last words the flap of the tent was parted and a woman came out, the professor's wife, in fact. She looked very tired and much troubled. "What is this?" she asked querulously. "Have we got to start again to-night?" Wilbur took off his hat.
He must and could be, like the bird, the controlling intelligence of his machine. To quote Wilbur Wright again: "It seemed to us that the main reason why the problem had remained so long unsolved was that no one had been able to obtain any adequate practice. Lilienthal in five years of time had spent only five hours in actual gliding through the air.
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