Book1:TeDream-Maker

likeadragonwithitsbloodymouthwideopen.”DimitriwrotehishcoffeeoableandlookedquizzicallyatMegginnwithraisedeyebrowsandasked，

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    "Likethis?"

    "Right!Right!"sheexcimediamazement．"Howcouldyoudoitsoprecisely，freehand?"

    "I’veseenittoo,andI’mgoodatfotherpeople’ssignature.”Megginncppedherhandsinjoyandsaid，

    "IfIcouldgethimtoetomyfund-raiser，theballissuretobeahugesuccessandI’llbeabletoraisealotofmoney.”Neverinherwildestdreamsdidsheimagithishumblemansittinginfrontofherwasthesupertrillionaireshewaoinvite．

    "Whatkindoffund-raiserisit?"

    "It’safund-raiserforthedisabled．WheneverIseethemscatteredalroundthetry,eachtryingtomakeitonhisown，Ialwayshadaodosomethingforthemandthoughtitwouldbeagreatideatogetthemtoetogetherandformakindofunity．IfIcouldohemestablishfactories，suitabletotheirphysicalstate，andformapanywhichtheycouldruneffitlybythemselves，I’msureitwouldinvigoratetheirspiritsandbringoutthebestintheseunfortunatepeople．Someofthemareverybrightandclever，butjustneverhadanopportunitytodoanythingabouttheirgifts,whichytheredormantanduseless．Butthatwouldcostalotofmoney,perhapsmorethantwobilliondolrs!"

    "Ithinkit’sawonderfulidea!I’msureyourkiedhesswillberewardedandyourdreamwilletrue,”saidDimitri．Apollo,thehandsomegodofthesun,rodeacrosstheskyfromeasttowestinhissplendid，goldenchariot，untiringlydayafterday．Hepassedoverthetransparentgssroof,takingwithhimthecolorfulbrightnessofdayandleavingbehindthedarknessofnighttotheworld．Butontheway,hescatteredhandfulsoftwinklingstar