Listlessly, still, her father drew near,
his tall figure in its long, drab laboratory
coat looming like a shadow behind her
shoulder.

"See there--there's where it begins
with the Flag I was born under, the
Stars and Stripes," excitedly. "And look,"
softly, "that gold star stands for Mother
who died when I was two. And there you
are, Toandoah, with that queer Indian
triangle having the teeth of a saw, the
emblem of invention."

"What! That funny, squat figure, with
something like a three-cornered fool's-cap
on my head and the moon above it, looking
through a tube!" There was a laugh
in the inventor's throat now; the grim
"Get thee behind me, Satan!" look, with
the cloud of that codicil to a will, were
melting away from him. "Well, go on![**"]
he encouraged smilingly. "Artistic, anyhow!
I believe you Camp Fire Girls would
weave magic around a clock pendulum."

"And here--here am I--Want[)a]am,
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