“Well, it is, except that it doesn’t fly! But one learns all the motions on it, and the controls and the handling of winds,—and, oh, quite a few things about it. Then later on, one goes up——”
“What a sensation it must be!” cried Patty; “I’m just crazy to try it. May I go up with you, Phil, as soon as you’ve learned?”
“Not until I have learned. You’ll take no chances with a novice, I can tell you.”
“But I don’t see,” said Helen, “how a machine on the ground is anything like one in the air.”
“It’s difficult to explain,” returned Herron. “But, you see, jets of air are blown through tubes, that simulate the currents of real air that affect the man higher up.”
“Too many for me!” declared Helen, “my little two-cent brain refuses to grasp it!”
“We’ll go down to see Philip perform as soon as he knows enough to show off,” declared Patty. “Won’t that be fun, Helen?”
“Yes; may we, Philip?”
“After I’m ready to show off, yes.”
“Oh, you vainy!” cried Helen. “Never mind, we don’t want to see you when you’re just flying on the floor!”