Without, beyond the glaring white-*washed
laboratory, was a February world,
equally white, of zero ice and snow.

Through the spectroscope she saw a
world in flames--blood-red.

It was not more flaming than her
thoughts.

Her father's transcendent invention
just a faddist's dream! The Thunder
Bird a joke--a &Quaker Gun^!

"Bah!" Convulsively her little teeth
bit into her lower lip as she adjusted the
telescope portion of the instrument for
analyzing light--reducing it to prismatic
hues--a little.

And now, lo! a world brilliantly jaundiced--her
orange--the snow being a
wonderful reflector of the sun's divided rays.

"Father! Father-r! I used to love
Una Grosvenor. Now I h-hate her!
If her mother made that hor-rid speech
about a Quaker gun, she repeated it, before
all the boys and girls in our Drama
Class, too! If I see her this afternoon
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