line with her, on the other side of the
moss-green aisle, and only three other
distant passengers in the compartment,
was the girl whose caricaturing tongue
had repeated the indelible insult about a
Quaker gun; whose mother considered
her father a mere chuckle-headed dreamer,
with his visions of bridging the absolute
zero of space--just a mild three hundred
degrees, or so, lower than the biting breath
of Mother Earth at the present moment--and
reaching worlds far away amid
the starry scope.

Pemrose had kept her word about not
speaking. She just dropped one pointed
little icicle in the shape of a nod upon
her one-time friend as she sank into her
own swivel chair and threw off the heavy
coat with which she had covered her ski-*runner's
silken wind-jacket and belted skiing
costume of pure, creamy wool, with
its full freedom of knickerbockers.

"There's Una--Una Grosvenor!"
Her face frosted over at the thought.
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