“[…]bettered the betty element a little,” she confided, the spice of her mixed cognomen floating in her eye. It was a joke with her, that chowchow name-original mixture-and how she came by it. Her father, Professor Guy Noel Lorry, Fellow of Nevil University, -Toandoah, the inventor, she called him, -wearing his symbol, a saw-toothed triangle, embroidered with her own upon her ceremonial dress-had at one time almost prayed for a son, a boy who might help him to realize the dream, even then taking hold upon his heart, of conquering not the air alone but space-zero space, in which it was thought nothing could […].”
Pemrose Lorry, Camp Fire Girl
“[…]bettered the betty element a little,” she confided, the spice of her mixed cognomen floating in her eye. It was a joke with her, that chowchow name-original mixture-and how she came by it. Her father, Professor Guy Noel Lorry, Fellow of Nevil University, -Toandoah, the inventor, she called him, -wearing his symbol, a saw-toothed triangle, embroidered with her own upon her ceremonial dress-had at one time almost prayed for a son, a boy who might help him to realize the dream, even then taking hold upon his heart, of conquering not the air alone but space-zero space, in which it was thought nothing could […].”
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