“How far can this go?” in reference to the proposition.
“To the sun, if you want a scorcher,” he answers with assurance.
“I have been studying, Auntie.” She studying, “We can place relays of these over the border.”
“But the compass?” I interrupt.
“We will measure straight between each relay until the compass rights itself,” sitting down herself contentedly.
I get up and choke her with a hug. “You blessed child, given me a way to get home.”
I forgive her immediately and all the rest for the dreadful scares I have been victim. I think of home scenes, so far away, and compare with these of this delightful land. I must confess, I prefer as magnificence, these. But the blessed mascot has studied how to get home.
It being possible, my full spirits rebound.
“Next spring will do to go,” I say, anxious now to stay, where before I was anxious to go—now that I could.
The next day I am so light of heart and light of step, I take trust that my old statue heaviness cannot again weigh me down.