He waved to her and called a greeting. It rose on a cushion of blazing blue and yellow, attained a height of perhaps seventy feet, then heeled over and came crashing back down, spewing sparks in every direction. But—“Back,” he said. Cuthbert, meanwhile, had already reloaded the cup of his slingshot and drawn the elastic back again.
“We’re friends here, I tell you—absolutely palsy-walsy. Rhea had been waiting for the moon. Half an hour later, as she took the new iron from her da’s shoebag, she found out. It was a stunt made for pants rather than a dress, and she knew from the further widening of his eyes that he’d seen a good lot of her .
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