6/6 Had sprawled it across the open page of the heaven. Peter waited, as one waits for a spirit to give some sign. He kept his eyes riveted upon the general service code, lighting match after match and throwing them on the floor as the fickle things went out. Some day, _some day, maybe_, Peter would have a _real_ flashlight with a switch button, a flashlight of shiny nickel that he could polish, such a flashlight as he had seen a picture of in _Boy's Life_. A flashlight that would not blow out. |