flight. "You alone, girl as you are, know
the full secret of the Thunder Bird, as
you romantically call it, the principle
on which I am working, child--in so
far as you can understand it--in creating
this model rocket for experiments
and the master sky-rocket, the full-fledged
Thunder Bird, later, to soar
even to the moon itself--Mars, too,
maybe--you alone know and you have
kept it dark. You've plugged like a
boy at your elementary physics in high
school, so's to be &able^ to understand and
sympathize--you've lived up to the
name I gave you--"

"My chowchow name!" interjected the
girl, winking slily.

"Well! it is a mixture." Her father
echoed her chuckle. "But I guess you've
been son and daughter both, you good
little pal--you sprite of the lab."

"Oh! Toandoah--oh! Daddy-man--I'm
so glad."

Here there was a little laboratory
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