“Where did you learn to do that?” he asked.
“A man showed me,” she said noncommittally.
“What else can you cut?” demanded Francis.
“I can cut an airship.”
“Cut me one.”
“To-morrow,” said Mrs. Kingdon. “The time limit is up.”
“Did you ever go up in an airship?” asked Billy eagerly.
“No; but I know a man who flies,” she boasted.
“Come upstairs and tell us about him,” demanded Billy.
As his mother cordially seconded the invitation, Pen accompanied them to the nursery. When the last “good nights” had been said to the children, Mrs. Kingdon led the way to her room.