For the Love of Temperance (The Adventures of Ichabod Temperance Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page A

sure did gobble up that threat in a hurry!”
    “The poor creature is probably scared. We merely need to communicate with him. He or she is obviously from an advanced race of beings. We just have to show that we ourselves are a sapient species, also. Leave it to me, young people, I know just what to do! Wait here, I will return directly.”
    “But Professor, wait, come back. Oh, there he goes, Miss Plumtartt.”
    “Everyone has fled the scene, Mr. Temperance.”
    “Yes, Ma’am, Miss Plumtartt. Do you reckon we ought to flee, too?”
    “No, Mr. Temperance, for I feel it is now up to you and me to maintain a vigil on this fiend.”
    “Yes, Ma’am, but Bolt and Clementine ain’t none too happy.”
    “Do you think the Professor will seek assistance from law enforcement, Mr. Temperance?”
    “Well, he was headed back towards the University, so maybe he was going to ask campus security.”
    “Sh, listen, Mr. Temperance.”
    “Yes, Ma’am, I hear it, too. A metallic scraping noise. Now I hear more metallic racket. It’s coming from the crater.”
    “Yes, it’s a pity the object lies in such a deep hole. The high, earthen berm leaves no vantage of view.”
    “What do you suppose he’s up to, Ma’am?”
    “Judging from the varied noise/mechanica arising from that steaming pit, I’d bet my best bustle that three-fingered fiend is dismantling his space-vessel.”
    “Golly, why would he do that?”
    “The furor of activity I hear supports the theory that the contraption can rebuild itself into another device.”
    “Look, Miss Plumtartt, here comes Professor Dymwitte.”
    “I say, he does travel large, does he not, eh hem? What an extraordinary entourage, Professor.”
    “Don’t worry, Persephone, I have everything under control.  From the officer training program at the school, I have procured a team of signal specialists. The intricate movements of the semaphore will provide a visual demonstration of communication. The varied and coloured flags will show that we are able to communicate in an intelligent manner.”
    “How about them there girls you rustled up?”
    “I have corralled a choral group from their rehearsal and pressed them into service. My hope is that female voices raised in song will calm the savage beast.”
    “I see, that is why you have also brought out the university marching band, eh hem?”
    “Yes, Persephone, I am hoping that the music will instill calm, but more than that, I have a plan to communicate with our guest using musical chords. I have prepared a score for our orchestra to follow.”
    “Things were pretty rowdy in the pit while you were gone, Professor, but it has quieted back down again, now.”
    “Good, now then, everyone get into position! Bring me my ladder, Ichabub. Have it face the aether craft and hold it steady!”
    “Yessir!”
    “Good, from up here, I can properly supervise. My symphony is to my right, and choir to my left. Ladies, you may begin.”
    “ Ahhh - ahhh - ahhh - ahhh - ahhhhhh ”
    “Gee, Miss Plumtartt, the Professor is right. Them there pretty girlie voices sound like the sweetest angels in Heaven.”
    “I say, they do indeed. The meadow is washed with peace by their calming voices.”
    Professor Dymwitte allows the five note choral refrain he has prepared continue for a few serene minutes. He finally brings in the lower end of his orchestra; the bass bassoons, tubas and baritones fill in the soft, low resonances of the soothing vibrations.
    The semaphore flags perform their five-note accompaniment.
    A few woodwind instruments are allowed to ease into the tranquil harmonies and finally, the brass sections state the refrain in plainer notes:
                           Baump
                  Baump        Baump       Bauaump
                                                            Baump
                “Ahhh”
    “Ahhh”