“Yes, vibratin’ of the wires.”
“I wonder what vi-bratin’ means,” murmured Robin, turning his lustrous though damaged eyes meditatively on the landscape.
“Don’no for sure,” said Madge, “but I think it means tremblin’.”
It will be seen from the above conversation that Robert Wright and his precocious cousin Marjory were of a decidedly philosophical turn of mind.
Chapter Four.
Extraordinary Result of an Attempt at Amateur Cable-Laying.
Time continued to roll additional years off his reel, and rolled out Robin and Madge in length and breadth, though we cannot say much for thickness. Time also developed their minds, and Robin gradually began to understand a little more of the nature of that subtle fluid—if we may venture so to call it—under the influence of which he had been born.
“Come, Madge,” he said one day, throwing on his cap, “let us go and play at cables.”