Pemrose Lorry, Camp Fire Girl (Paperback)

"And will the Thunder Bird really lay its egg upon the moon? Such a hard egg, too Will it-really-drop a pound weight of steel upon the head of the Man in the Moon?... Oh de-ar Mammy Moon-what a shock she'll get." The girl, the fifteen-year-old Camp Fire Girl-all but sixteen now-to whom Mammy Moon had been the fairy foster-mother of her childhood, ever since she lay, wakeful, in her little cot, looking up at that silvery face of a burnt-out satellite, picturing it the gate of Heaven and her mother's spirit as bathed in the soft, lunar radiance behind it, caught her breath with a wild little gasp whose triumph was a sob upon the still laboratory air. "Lay its egg in a nest of the moon A dead nest It will do more than that, little Pem " Toandoah, the inventor, turned from fitting a number of tiny sky-rockets into the supply chamber of a larger one, -turned with that living coal of fire in his eye which only the inventor can know, and looked upon his daughter. "Yes, it will do more than that The Thunder Bird will lay its golden egg for us-if it drops its expiring one upon the moon. It will send us back the first record from space, the very first information as to what it may be that lies up-away up-a couple of hundred miles, or so, above us, in the outer edges of the earth's atmosphere of which less is known at present than of the deepest soundings of the ocean. Our Thunder Bird will be the-first-explorer."