Pemrose hardly heard, for as the party
made its way to that stagnant pool, an over-flow
at some time of the sparkling Bowl,
and hidden in a dense little wood, she had
a sudden demonstration of how, under
certain circumstances, a girl's heart is
much more capsizable than a gnat's egg-boat.

Hers positively turned turtle--yes!
really, turned turtle--at sight of a long,
gray figure lying, breast down, amid under-growth
upon the margin of a little stream
that was hurrying away from it to??the
lake.

She felt momentarily topsy-turvy, every
bit of her, for anywhere on earth--aye,
even If she were scouring space with the
Thunder Bird--she would recognize that
angular figure.

It had once pulled her up a snow-bank
to the distant rumble of an engine's explosion.

Yes, and surely she had seen it again,
once again, since then--although, sand-
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