Pemrose Lorry, Radio Amateur — Reading Notes

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Hornibrook, Isabel, 1859-1952, Bickford, Nana French, 1886-1959 [Illustrator] Project Gutenberg 2020 Not confirmed
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Words 55,809
Reading time 243 min
Text sections 32

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Isabel Hornibrook's 1923 novel follows Pemrose Lorry, a Camp Fire Girl turned radio amateur, through summer adventures in the Berkshires. The opening chapters establish a lyrical, nature-infused voice and a cast of friends with nicknames like Jack and Una, while early horseback scenes and a glimpsed airplane hint at the blend of outdoor life and emerging technology that shapes the narrative.
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PEMROSE LORRY RADIO AMATEUR

“Good morning, Daytime!” A girl stood upon the gray stone steps of a Lenox mansion and, looking up, answered the first lovely smile that young day flung down to her as, robed in pale pink and bluish bloom, it slowly climbed the eastern sky.

“Good morning, Day-sky!” she laughed again—smiling all over in response to that pink of beauty above her. “Well! this is the first time that the Sunrise and I have been chums,” she murmured to herself, “the first spring, I mean; I—I who used to suffer from the sleepy fevers more than—than the ‘nappiest’ little flower in my garden.”

She laughed softly now, Una Grosvenor, known to her girl chums as Jack—a gay bit of satire, by the way—and by the Council Fire as U-te-yan, Flower, as she descended the gray steps into a dewy garden, where those Rogues O’May, the late spring flowers, were still, many of them, slumbering with eyes tight shut.

“Yes, you gain an hour by the daylight saving—or you think you do, you sluggards!” she flung at them, a slight nearsighted peculiarity in her dark eye flashing with pretty mockery. “Six o’clock, now, by my watch—really only five—and there you are: chicory, tulip, wild rose, pond lily, fast asleep still; poppy, marigold, daisy—and wild dandelion, only just awaking—and one little belated Crocus, just one, dozing, too!”

It was with a smile, roguish and tender, tender as that of the dawn, that Una stood still, cooling her toes in the dew, to look at her garden—with its cheek, silver and pink as a baby’s, reflecting the flush of the sky.

A large, old-fashioned garden it was and full of surprises, inclosing U-te-yan’s blooming beds where, as a Camp Fire Girl, she had sown or planted, experimented and transplanted herself; and it was plain from the look upon her face that she lived in it—dreamed in it, as a princess might live in a fairy tale.

“My flowers!” She dimpled imaginatively. “Oh-h! at this hour, I can almost hear them singing to me. What is it—they—say? I made it up, for them, before:

“Good morning, dear Una! Good morning, dear Day! The gloom of the night clouds has all flown away, We kick off our blankets of mist, soft and white, And dress ourselves up in the lovely gold light, From rock, bed and border we’re smiling at you, Good morning! Good morning! Now, you say it too!”

“Good morning! Good morning!” threw back the caroling sprite, her dark eyes dressing themselves up in light, too, as she impersonated her flowers. “Now! what was it I wanted especially to do this morning,” thus she silently questioned the dewy beds, “besides watching the sleepy _flowers_ open in my flower clock, my sundial bed—that’s the clock which really gets me up early,” with a merry nod, “to study _their_ waking time, as the shadow of the dial hand, beginning to move with sunrise, points to one after the other? Oh-h! I know; I wanted to do some transplanting, ‘housemove’ my little Quaker Ladies, before—before old Sods gets around. Now! did any of you ever hear of such a thing as a crusty old gardener whose ‘really truly’ name is—Jacob Sods?”

Whimsically she interrogated pansy and little blue johnny-jump-up, just opening its sleepy eye, daffodil, narcissus and lamp-like geranium which, open-eyed, had kept vigil all night long.

“Humph! There he is now! I never can get ahead of him.” The girl shrugged her shoulders.

“Lorie me! Miss Una,” grunted an old mountaineer who at that moment came shuffling down a garden path, spade in hand and munching a dew-piece, a hunch of bread. “Lorie me! Now, what be you up for so ear-rly! It ben’t but—five—o’clock.” He pulled a timeworn old silver watch out of a side pocket.

“Six—by—me!” Una glanced at her tiny jeweled wrist watch.

“Humph! I go by the Lord’s time, I’ll have you to know!” snorted Jacob Sods, gardener. “I—I ain’t no ‘nose o’ wax’ to be changin’ round.” He shuffled on, grunting.

Una’s tickled laughter rang out as she set to work to transplant her little Quaker Ladies from what was known as the wildflower garden to a sunny rock bed.

The novel opens not with its title character but with Una Grosvenor, nicknamed Jack, greeting the sunrise from a Lenox mansion steps. Her playful address to “Day-sky” and her confession of having “suffered from the sleepy fevers” establish a whimsical, personifying voice that treats nature as a companion. The garden is described as full of “Rogues O’May,” late spring flowers still sleeping, and the narrative lingers on sensory details—pale pink sky, dewy steps, the idea of gaining an hour by daylight saving. This unhurried, observant opening signals that Hornibrook’s interest lies as much in atmosphere and character as in plot.

A Cast Introduced Through Nicknames and Council Fires

The first chapter quickly introduces a social circle anchored by the Camp Fire Girls organization. Una is known at the Council Fire as U-te-yan, meaning Flower, while her chums call her Jack—a detail the narrator calls “a gay bit of satire.” Pemrose Lorry appears soon after, but the reader meets her through dialogue and shared banter rather than a formal entrance. The girls’ nicknames (Pemrose, Jack, Dorothy, Lura) and their references to horses named Revelation and King create a tight-knit group with its own shorthand. The Camp Fire framework provides a structure for their activities, but the excerpts show the girls acting independently, planning a birthday party for farmers and a picnic on a mountain balcony. Readers should note how these early relationships and group dynamics set the stage for later collaborative adventures, especially when radio enters the story.

Horseback Riding as a Lens for Character and Setting

In the second excerpt, a horseback ride through a mountain gap becomes a set piece that reveals both the landscape and the riders’ personalities. The trail shrinks until “there was scarcely room for two to ride abreast,” and the scenery is described with precise botanical detail: hardhack, fireweed, cardinal flowers, tumbleweed. When Revelation shies at a tumbleweed, Pemrose clings “desperately with both hands to the saddle” and later admits, “Maybe I haven’t ridden quite as much as I thought I had!” This moment of vulnerability is undercut by her practical response—pushing the horse’s nose toward the weed to desensitize him. Una, meanwhile, rides complacently, her horse taking no notice. The passage balances action with observation, and the sudden appearance of an airplane “doing stunts up there” above the Gap shifts the focus from earth to sky, hinting at the technological theme to come.

A Lyrical Voice That Personifies Nature

Throughout the excerpts, Hornibrook’s prose is marked by a consistent habit of giving natural phenomena human or animate qualities. The sunrise is “robed in pale pink and bluish bloom”; flowers are “Rogues O’May” that slumber; the sky is a “lamb’s wool sky.” When Una spots cardinal flowers, she calls them “another lamp to the way.” This personification extends to horses: Revelation shies at tumbleweed as if it were a “King of Terrors,” and later the narrative notes his “neck curved restively.” The effect is to make the setting feel alive and responsive to the characters’ emotions. Readers attuned to this voice will notice how it persists even in more dramatic moments, such as when the airplane appears as a “silver speck, tumbling speck” that Una’s riding crop seems to “loop” from afar. The style is consistent enough to serve as a guide to the novel’s tone throughout.

Early Hints of Radio and Airborne Adventure

Although the title promises a radio amateur, the excerpts contain no radio equipment or technical discussion. Instead, the technological element appears obliquely: first in the airplane that performs stunts “a thousand feet above the Gap,” and later in the chapter titles listed in the contents, such as “The Call of the Air” and “The Ring.” The airplane is introduced as a visual spectacle, described as “drifting down, a fire-tail” in the illustration caption. This suggests that radio may enter the story through its connection to aviation or emergency communication rather than as a hobby pursued in isolation. The Camp Fire Girls’ outdoor activities—camping, riding, wildflower parties—provide a grounded counterpoint to the aerial and wireless themes. Readers should watch for how the narrative bridges these two worlds, especially given that the protagonist’s full name, Pemrose Lorry, appears in the title but the opening chapters focus on Una.

Because the excerpts cover only the opening chapters and a later riding scene, the full arc of Pemrose’s radio work remains unseen. The novel’s structure, with twenty-five chapters and titles like “The Wee Hour” and “Hidden Valley,” suggests a episodic, adventure-driven plot. Readers may find it useful to track how the lyrical, nature-focused opening gives way to technological elements, and whether the Camp Fire Girls’ collaborative ethos extends to the radio project. The illustrations by Nana French Bickford, mentioned in the front matter, may also offer visual cues to key scenes.

That morning mist over the Berkshires, Pemrose’s horse listening with her to the quiet—it reminded me of a summer I spent in the Bad Lands, pretending every fossil was a monster’s clue. I found that same unhurried wonder in Dick and Dr. Dan; Or, the boy monster hunters of the Bad Lands — Context and Discussion, where the dirt itself seemed to whisper old secrets. Each book let me sit still and listen.

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    Danielle Lewis - 1 month ago
    I had high hopes for this book, but it turned out to be quite dull. The plot is predictable and the characters are flat. The technical aspects of amateur radio are explained in a way that feels like a manual rather than part of the story. I couldn't connect with Pemrose or her journey. The writing lacks depth and fails to make the radio aspect interesting. It feels dated and not very engaging. I wouldn't recommend it unless you're already obsessed with ham radio.

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    Christopher Davis - 1 month ago
    This book offers a unique angle by combining a coming-of-age story with the world of amateur radio. It's informative, and Pemrose is a likable character. However, the pacing is uneven; some parts are exciting, while others drag with too much technical exposition. The technical details might also be confusing for readers unfamiliar with ham radio. Still, it's a decent story that highlights a niche hobby.

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    James Foster - 4 weeks ago
    Pemrose Lorry Radio Amateur is a delightful blend of adventure and amateur radio knowledge. The story of young Pemrose and her ham radio experiences is both inspiring and educational. The author weaves technical details into the plot seamlessly, making it fun to learn about radio communication. The characters are charming, and the plot is engaging. As a radio enthusiast myself, I appreciated the authentic details. A fantastic read for young aspiring hams!


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