its record, off--off beyond the low night-*clouds
to the mysterious sky-ways where
daylight now mated with dusk and the lunar
lamps were being softly lighted, even to
the gateway of Mammy Moon herself.
Throbbing, she flushed from head to heel, as
she thought of the two hundred and thirty
thousand miles to be traversed before the
first barrier between the heavenly bodies
had been let down--and the Thunder
Bird had won home.

"It's--too--gr-reat for words," she
said, a break in her voice now. "Well-ll!
if we are not playing hostess to the Man
in the Moon--quite yet--at least, we
seem to be entertaining angels unawares,
with the latest rumors from the sky,"
laughingly. "How about supper now?
Later on maybe we can show you two
dear girls that we--as a Group--can do
something with red fire, too, a very earthbound
something, mere child's play compared
to the future of your celestial Bird.
Ha! But--what's--that?"

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