"What are you two talking about?" demanded Jerry, turning around in her seat and facing them. "I don't believe you know that Beth's Uncle Billy let me drive this car for a long way and he hardly helped at all."
"Well, I should say we didn't, or we'd have been scared to death," laughed Beth.
"Well, it's not half as dangerous as driving an airship, and I'm going to do that some day. I'd love to go away up above the clouds."
"And talk to the man in the moon, I suppose," teased Mary.
"That would be fun, if you didn't have any engine trouble," chuckled Uncle Billy, joining in the fun.
"What's engine trouble?" demanded Jerry. "Do you mean something happening to the works of it?"
"That's it," declared Uncle Billy, "and when it happens down you come faster than even you would like."
"Just down right side up or head over heels," insisted Jerry.
"Well, it needn't make any difference to you, because you are not going to do it, Geraldine White," interrupted Beth, looking at Mary, who hastened to agree with her.
"Lots of times I've wished I were a boy," sighed Jerry. "Nobody ever seems to mind what they do."