"Well, it's a dinky thing—pshaw! you remember. You stretched a wire, and then wound it up—"
"Wound up the wire?"
"Naw! Oh, jingo! The ship, I mean. It was run by a clock. And you hung it on the wire when it was wound."
"The clock?" asked Tess, still absent-mindedly.
"Oh! Je-ru-sa-lem! Girls don't know nothin' about mechanics," snarled Sammy. "What's the use!"
Tess asked in an apologetic voice, after a moment of silence:
"What happened, Sammy?"
"What happened to what?"
"The airmajig?"
"Why, it traveled right along the wire—hanging to it, you know," explained the little boy with more enthusiasm. "It would go as far as the wire was long. Why, I bet, Tess Kenway, that it would run from your house to mine. And it wiggled its wings just like a bird. And there was a tin man in it. But pshaw! that was just for kids. It was a toy. But a bigger one—"