*vitation to the White Birch Group to be
present--not then--but on that Great
Day, far ahead, when the real Thunder
Bird, full-fledged with magic, red-eyed,
fiery-tailed, would embark on its hundred-hour
flight moonward, as Pem was sure
it would start, no matter where the gold-*mine
to equip it came from.

"Well! we seem, truly--truly--to be
treading the 'margin of moonshine land',
don't we?" said the Guardian dreamily,
enchantment in her voice. "I--almost--feel
as if, some day, we might be inviting
the Man in the Moon to supper
with us here on the Pinnacle, to shoot
himself back in the small hours. Joking
apart, it does draw the Universe very
near together, doesn't it--open the road
to such wonderful possibilities!"

Her hands came together as she gazed,
that graceful, green-clad woman, speechless,
transfigured, along the aÎrial high-*road
on which the Thunder Bird would
first pay toll by dropping its golden egg,
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