name, grafted on to a foreign stem, was
pouring out her father's after dinner
coffee--and her own full heart, at the
same time. "Ouch!" She shivered
a little. "I don't like to think of that
'diddering' cold of empty space; not--not
since the train-wreck. I'm like the
big boy who saved us then, and was so
jolly; I'm out for excitement if I'm
warm enough to enjoy it, eh?"

"Humph! Well, here's somebody
who's willing to take a chance on carrying
his warmth, his fun too, with him
into space."

The professor laughed as he drew a
sheet of thick letter paper, broad and
creamy, from his pocket.

"Oh! is it somebody else.... you
don't mean to say it's another hotspur
applying for a passage in the real Thunder
Bird when you start the big rocket
off for the moon, eh?"

The girl glanced over her father's
shoulder.

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