"Yes, one more candidate for lunar
honors! And this one is the limit for
a Quixote. Young, too, I should say!"
Again Toandoah's deep chant of laughter
buoyed his daughter's treble note, as he
began to read:

/#
/*
"Professor G. Noel Lorry,
Nevil University.

My dear Sir,
*/

Having learned that you are perfecting an apparatus
that will reach any height--even go as far as
the moon--and that it will be capable of carrying
a passenger, I should like to volunteer for the trip.

I have always wanted to say 'Hullo!' to the Man
in the Moon, on whose face I have often looked
from an aeroplane already; and I am ready to try
anything once--even if it should be once for all!

/*
Yours for the big chance,
T. S.
*/

P. S. I respectfully apologize for not being able
just at present to give my full name, but will, with
your permission, furnish it later."
#/

"Humph! Mr. T. S.! 'With your permission,'
where do you write from?"
Pemrose bent low over the primrose sheet.
"Oh! from Lightwood. Now,--now
where is that, Daddy?"

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