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k upon it. "Hold my hat," said Pem: if she had been a boy, the tone would have meant: "Hold my coat while I thrash him!" Unhesitatingly she stepped to the precipice-brink and measured the distance to that Devil's Chair very coolly and critically with her eye. CHAPTER VIII A USURPER Gathering her short, green skirt about her, for she wore, as on that February day in her father's laboratory, what he called the "nixie green", the sylvan Camp Fire uniform, the inventor's daughter stretched herself breast downward, upon the flat ledge of the Pinnacle's crest. Working her body carefully backward, without another glance at the precipice beneath, she slid warily over the edge, her face to the rock, and down the dozen feet of almost smooth, nearly perpendicular slab, until her feet touched the stone seat of that curved armchair, a deep embrasure in the mountain granite. It was not such a wildly difficult feat then for a girl on her mettle to turn cautiously until her tingling back was pressed hard against the slab, and thus to lower herself to a sitting position on the rocky throne. For that Devil's Chair was a spacious one--fairly so! The seat extended outward at least three feet and was roomy enough to allow of two people standing upright on it at the same time. And what a view old Lucifer must have from it, was Pem's first thought--provided he didn't, as an Irishman would say, reside away from home! Off to the right and left stretched the wonderful landscape of the Berkshire Hills, Massachusetts' Highlands--the Berkshire mountains in May where, afar, a summit snow-cap vied with the driven snows of blossoming fruit trees, lower down; where the pink-shot pearl of a lake gleamed, opal-like, from an emerald setting, and many a silver thread winding, expanding, showed where some madcap river or brook had become with spring a wild thing. "Oh, hurrah! I can really see off to Mount Greylock--old King Greylock--even the steel tower upon it--oh! so plainly," murmured the madcap in the Chair, and nestled triumphantly against its rocky back. "Greylock, cloud-girdled, from his purple throne, A shout of gladness sends, And up soft meadow slopes, a warbling tone, Of Housatonic blends." Yes! she felt as if they were two throned dignitaries, she and Greylock; for she wore the crown of derring do, and King Greylock, still wearing a thin diadem of snow, was enthroned for ever in
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