No knowing! The Pinnacle, the green
Pinnacle, towered until it seemed very
near to her with the mounting pride in
one girl's breast.

"Toandoah, the inventor, is my father--oh!
Professor Lorry, I mean. The Thunder
Bird--the record-breaking Thunder Bird--is
his invention. I call it that; an ordinary
rocket he says it is."

Well! the sky was in Pem's eyes, of a
truth, now, enough blue to make a Blue
Peter, the flag of embarking, the flag of
adventure; no rudeness of "nickum",
earthbound, boastful, could ever humiliate
her again, with Toandoah's emblem in
her heart.

Yet, as she felt the Guardian's saluting
kiss upon her young forehead, so starred
by fate, as she was introduced, one by
one, to her sisters of the White Birch
Group and was invited, she the center of
a flattering fuss, to sit with them by a
Pinnacle blaze, instead of being at the
pleasant pains to build her own fire, her
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