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Chapter VII

The Pinnacle%


It was an exciting situation.

Pemrose, who like the enthroned daredevil
liked excitement, if she was warm enough
to enjoy it, had not hoped for quite such a
tidbit when she came to the mountains,--at
least, short of the little Thunder Bird's
record-breaking flight.

"Oh! I did so want to run across him
again. I do so long to thank him! Why--why!
we might never have escaped
from that awful wreck, got out of the zero
water, but for him, Una." The blue eyes
were wet now, frankly wet, bluebells by
a mountain brook--the little bursting
brooklet of feeling within.

"I--I'd like to thank him, too!"
gushed Una, with that little fixed star
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