[Fedora Robotics] nd book of

[Sampere Champoux]

Retending to groan. She ran down the stairs with a laugh. That day she
discovered the possibilities of the roof. At the end of the landing on
which their big top room opened was a short iron ladder. She decided
to explore and, climbing up the iron ladder, pushed up the trapdoor. A
cry of delight escaped her as she thrust her head through the opening.
It was a great, flat roof, separated from the next ones by low copings
of stone work, flat topped and about two feet
high. The town, as she climbed out and stood on the roof, lay beneath
her like a plan. People looked like flies in the streets, the tramcars
like accelerated caterpillars. The water of the harbour was still and
smooth and as incredibly blue as the water she had seen Mrs. King
using in her laundry work that morning. Wharves or trees ran right
down into the blueness.
The big ships lying at anchor made her heart beat fast with their
clean beauty and romance; the bare, clean roofs running along
for perhaps fifty houses gave her a breath of freedom that brought
back Lashnagar and Ben Grief. She thought, with a pang of pity, about
Louis, the product of suburban London, chained to streets and houses
almost

all his boyhood,
knowing nothing of the scourge of the winds, the courage of wide, high
places. She tumbled down the ladder, her eyes bright.

"Louis--Oh Louis, come up on the roof! It's perfectly beautiful! I've
been so worried about
you shut up here like this, and I've felt so choked myself with this
one room. But up there I'll make you shut

your eyes, and I'll tell you all about Ben Grief, and you'll think
you're
there. I'll make you hear the curlews and the
gulls and see Jock and Tammas come in with the boats." "But on the
roof!" he protested. "Whatever next?" "Oh, come and see. You'll love
it," she urged and, though he said it was
"a beastly fag," she got him at last into his dressing-gown and
slippers and sitting beside her on the coping. She was happier
than she had
been for months; she felt

that there was
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