much, then there was nothing to prevent
a twenty-foot steel Bird from flying on
indefinitely,--even to Mammy Moon,
herself, or fiery-eyed Mars, perhaps.

"I don't believe that Dad has slept for
two nights now, thinking about its safe
return," said Pemrose to Una, as in the
starless, breeze-tickled night the two
crouched together upon the mountain-top.

"Well! that little firefly, the tiny electric
lamp--the 'wee bit battery', as Andrew
calls it--? will guide us to finding
it when it drifts down," panted the other
girl, excitement fixing that little peculiar
stand, like a golden lamp, in her dark
eye.

"Yes, but--" perhaps her dream in
the bungalow of Ta-te, the tempest, was
affecting Pemrose--" but suppose, oh!
suppose, that the wind--there is a wind--should
waft it away--away from us,
down the mountainside, to where we
couldn't find it in the woods--dark
woods--to where somebody, some hor-
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