In faith--such faith as had inspired
Penelope, faithful wife, of old, to weave
and unravel her endless web, steadfast in
the belief of her husband's return, so the
girlish fingers upon the loom had wrought
the transcendent story to a finish.

To a finish even to the sprinkling of gold
pieces, the yellow bonanza, coming from
somewhere, to gorge the Thunder Bird,
for its record flight; to a finish even to the
celestial climax, the little blue powder-flash
lighting up the dear, fair face of Mammy
Moon!

But of one climax, more celestial still,
Pemrose Lorry could not speak, not even
to these her Camp Fire Sisters: of the
evening of the second wreck--the wreck
of hope after that third installment of a
disappointing will had been read--when
she had taken the four feet and a half
of pearl poem to her father's workshop,
the grim hardware laboratory, and out of
the home of light, which she herself hardly
understood, in her young, young heart,
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