into something more tender, more transported,
than a laugh, as the log, in a final
spurt, gave all, and fell, like a tired dancer,
upon the broad hearth, its rosy chiffons
crumpled and fading into the pale gray of
wood-ashes.

"There it goes!" The eyes of Pemrose
were a patchwork now, flame embroidered
upon their shining blue; oh! if she were
to give forth what Life gave to her, which
of her Camp Fire Sisters would have such
riches to reflect?

It had been hers--hers--to share the
dream of a great inventor, to look forward
with him to the pioneering moment--the
beginning of that which would surely, in
time, draw the Universe visibly together--?
the moment when the Thunder Bird should
fly.

She never qualified that dream by an if,
wherever the funds to equip it might come
from--or even if it had to wait a dozen
years, Toandoah's triumph, like that fortune
"hung up--" for the great Bird to
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