e may
not have entirely carried out your plan."

"If not, it will HAVE to be carried out"--returned Morgana,
tranquilly--"There is no reason, moral or scientific, why it should NOT
be carried out--we have all the forces of Nature on our side."

He was silent, and accompanied her as she walked to the aerodrome and
entered it. There were half a dozen or more men within, all
working--but they ceased every movement as they saw her,--while she, on
her part, scarcely seemed to note their presence. Her eyes were
uplifted and fixed on a vast, smooth oblong object, like the body of a
great bird with shut wings, which swung from the roof of the aerodrome
and swayed lightly to and fro as though impelled by some mysterious
breathing force. Morgana's swift glance travelled from its one end to
the other with a flash of appreciation, while at the same time she
received the salutations of all the men who advanced to greet her.

"You have done well, my friends!"--she said, speaking in fluent
French--"This beautiful creature you have made seems a perfect
thing,--from the OUTSIDE. What of the interior?"

A small, dark, intelligent looking man, in evident command of the rest,
smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Ah, Signora! It is as you commanded!" he answered--"It is
beautiful--like a chrysalis for a butterfly. But a butterfly has the
advantage--it comes to LIFE, to use its wings!"

"Quite true, Monsieur Gaspard!" and Morgana gave him a smile as sunny
as his own. "But what is life? Is it not a composition of many
elements? And should we not learn to combine such elements to vitalise
our 'White Eagle'? It is possible!"

"With God all things are possible!" quoted the Marchese Rivardi--"But
with man--"

"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 sc