explosion, a rocket of feeling fired off, as
the owner of that hybrid name, Pemrose,
came down from her pinnacle and,
perching upon a low tool-chest at the
inventor's side, took the humbler place
she loved,--fellow of her father's heart.

"I--I used to wish I was all boy until
I became a Camp Fire Girl; that bettered
the betty element a little," she confided,
the spice of her mixed cognomen floating
in her eye.

It was a joke with her, that chowchow
name--original mixture--and how she
came by it.

Her father, Professor Guy Noel Lorry,
Fellow of Nevil University,--Toandoah,
the inventor, she called him,--wearing
his symbol, a saw-toothed triangle,
embroidered with her own upon her ceremonial
dress--had at one time almost
prayed for a son, a boy who might
help him to realize the dream, even
then taking hold upon his heart, of conquering
not the air alone but space--*
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