“Maybe so,” Janet said, unconvinced.
“You can have breakfast one morning in New York and the next in California,” added Valerie. “Think of it!”
“I’m thinking of it,” Janet said. “So what?”
“Look at the time saved,” pointed out Peter. “Suppose your life depended on reaching a certain point at a definite time. What would you do?”
“Fly,” Janet said, “and maybe I would get there and maybe I wouldn’t.”
“Did you read the piece in the newspaper the other day about a man who had flown thousands of miles, spent hundreds of hours in the air, and broke his neck by falling down the cellar stairs?” Bruce said. “I’m strong for airplanes.”
“He should never have gone down the cellar,” Janet smiled.
“The pilots of the airplanes are just like the old pioneers. They are exploring new worlds in the air,” contributed Phyllis. “People think they are crazy in trying flights to all corners of the world and stratosphere hops. People thought Columbus was crazy, too. Yet where would we be today if it wasn’t for him?”
“We would probably be living in a tepee and using war paint,” laughed Carol.
“Perhaps you better forget I said anything,” Janet interrupted. “I don’t think I’ll write my composition tomorrow.”