Chapter VI

A Hotspur%

"Oh! I'm so glad--just so glad I
don't know what to do with myself--that
those experiments with the lesser
Thunder Bird, the smaller sky-rocket,
which won't make the four-day trip to
Mammy Moon, but will only fly up a
couple of hundred miles, or so, and drop
its golden egg, the diary, to tell you
where that blank No Man's Land of
space begins will still be carried out
this spring from the top of old Mount
Greylock. If they had been given up,
it would have broken my heart--so
it would!"

It was evening now, late evening, in
the dining room of the professor's home,
looking upon the green University campus.

The girl with the grafted Rose in her
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