"Yes." The weaver nodded. "And
here--here is the Will being read!"

The girlish voice was lower now, the
girlish feet treading doubtful ground, as
she pointed again to those two quaint,
stubby figures, with a third one reading
from a parchment.

But there was no doubt at all in the
young voice which presently gathered itself
for a climax.

"And see--see there--those little
yellow dots I'm weaving in now; those
are gold pieces, father, the money that
&is^ coming to us from somewhere for you
to finish your invention. Yes! and I'm
going on to weave in the moon, too, and
the little blue powder-flash before her face,
to show the Thunder Bird has got there.
For it is going to get there, you know!"
Pem's blue-star eyes were dim now, but
in them was the wisdom of babes--the
wisdom oft hid from the wise and prudent.

"Daddy-man!" She bowed her head
over the pearl-woven prophecy, speak-*
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