mountain of the State. Oh-h! if ever a
girl's thumb itched, mine does to press
the little electric button and start it off,
to fly up a couple of hundred miles, or so,
to send you back your golden egg, siree--the
first record from space. Oh!
through all the fun of slope and snow I'll
be thinking of that the entire time to-day--the
whole, enduring, livelong time.
Yes!"