No wonder she had hated it. Little
as she was, she was too big for it.
She was in a mood to torment herself that night and she lay awake
to listen for that dread voice from across the woods. She lay on her
left side so they would have good luck next day. She was greatly
overwrought and when at last she did hear the sound, loud and
heartless with its sudden beginning and sudden end, it startled and
terrorized her as if it were indeed that gloomy, windowless
equipage of the State Orphan Home, coming to take her away.
She pushed her little fingers into her ears so that she could not
hear it. . . .
CHAPTER XX
AN OFFICIAL REBUKE
As for Pee-Wee, his trouble was quite of another character. The
dubious outlook for their great enterprise did not submerge his
buoyant spirit. He had been the genius of many colossal enterprises,
most of them falling short of his glowing predictions, and his
ingenious mind passed from one thing to another with no lingering regrets.
He usually invested so much enthusiasm in organization that he had
none left for maintenance. He did not stick at anything long enough to
be disappointed in it; there were too many other worlds to be conquered.
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