"We are taught that God made man 'in His image. In the image of God
created He him.' If this is true, all things should be possible to
man"--said Morgana, quietly--"To man,--and to that second thought of
the Creator--Woman! And we mustn't forget that second thoughts are
best!" She laughed, while the man called Gaspard stared at her and
laughed also for company. "Now let me see how I shall be housed in
air!" and with very little assistance she climbed into the great
bird-shaped vessel through an entrance so deftly contrived that it
was scarcely visible,--an entrance which closed almost hermetically
when the ship was ready to start, air being obtained through other
channels.

Once inside it was easy to believe in Fairyland. Not a scrap of any
sort of mechanism could be seen. There were two exquisitely
furnished saloons--one a kind of boudoir or drawing-room where
everything that money could buy or luxury suggest as needful or
ornamental was collected and arranged with thoughtful selection and
perfect taste. A short passage from these apartments led at one end
to some small, daintily fitted sleeping-rooms beyond,--at the other
was the steering cabin and accommodation for the pilot and observer.
The whole interior was lined with what seemed to be a thick rose-
coloured silk of a singularly smooth and shining quality, but at a
sign from Morgana, Rivardi and Gaspard touched some hidden spring
which caused this interior covering to roll up completely, thus
disclosing a strange and mysterious "installation" beneath. Every
inch of wall-space was fitted with small circular plates of some
thin, shining substance, set close together so that their edges
touched, and in the center of each plate or disc was a tiny white
knob resembling the button of an ordinary electric bell. There
seemed to be at least two or three thousand of these discs--seen all