part of a long lost heritage into which he
had lately come--as if he were afraid
to lay them down lest some alien should
snatch them from him.

"He doesn't look like a 'chuff'--a
boor. He looks like a really nice college
boy, one with a hazing imp in his eye
though, lur-rking in that little star--almost
a squint; so--so like Una's,"
thought the inventor's daughter, familiar
with the student brand of boy. "Yet
how could he be so uncivil to us, really--actually
-snub us, after all he did, too?
Goodness! wouldn't I like to get a chance
to snub him?" It was the Vain Elf
which slept in the shadow of the Wise
Woman in the breast of Pemrose Lorry,
that stored this wish, laid it up, a
vengeful arrow in the blue quiver of her
eyes, now shooting piqued, sidelong ghnces
at those flaunting big boys. " Why-y should
we run up against them here? 'Well!
he'll never get a chance to play Jack at a
Pinch--friend in need--to me again.

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