However, I should like to close my story with a more pleasant scene than that, and so I invite your attention, one beautiful Sunday morning to Paris, when the sun was shining and war seemed very far away, though it was not. Two couples are going down a street which is gay with flower stands. There are two young men and two girls, the young men wear the aviation uniforms of the Americans. They walk along, chatting and laughing, and, as an aeroplane passes high overhead, its motors droning out a song of progress, they all look up.
“That's what we'll be doing to-morrow,” observed Tom Raymond.
“Yes,” agreed Jack Parmly.
“Oh, hush!” laughed one of the girls. “Can't you stay on earth one day?”
And there on earth, in such pleasant company, we will leave the Air Service Boys.
THE END