steel head to its steering compartment,
thence to the supply chamber with all
the little propelling rockets in it, down
to its complicated nozzle, or tail.

"Why--why! there's no knowing
what you and I may be doing yet,
when we strain our wits to cracking,
is there, Daddy-man?" she exulted
further. "You say, yourself, that once
space is conquered, that horribly cold
old zero space outside the earth's atmosphere,
anything devised that will move
through it, as our Thunder Bird can do,
then--then there's no limit! We might
be shooting a passenger off to the moon
now, provided the Man in the Moon
would shoot him back," gayly, "if only
the master sky-rocket, twelve times as
large as this little model you're working
on for experiments, were ready. The
re-al moon-going Thunder Bird! Oh,
dear!" Her little fingers restlessly intertwined.
"How--how I can har-rdly wait
to throw the switch upon a mountain-*
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