“And the Seabury girls, of course,” added Jerry with a laugh.
“Well, I would like to see them. I guess——”
“I guess one would do you—Miss Olivia,” went on Jerry. “How about it, Ned?”
“Aw, cut it out,” and Ned blushed.
“Well, that’s settled. We’ll go to the aero carnival,” declared Bob, fearful, perhaps, lest Jerry should twit him about Miss Rose Seabury, one of three sisters whose acquaintance they had made while in Florida.
Little Andy Rush glanced from one to the other of the three motor boys. There was a wistful look on his face.
“Would you like to go along, Andy?” asked Jerry, guessing the meaning of the small chap’s gaze.
“Would I? Say—would I eat ice cream? Think of it! Airships—above the clouds—balloons—motors bang-bang! up in the air—down to the ground—whoop de deedle-de! over the fence is out—try again—blow up the gas bag—start over—there they go—a race in the sky—O la-la! Whoop!”
“There, I guess you’d like to go, all right. Now cool down, or you might crack a cylinder,” advised Jerry. “Go ask your folks, Andy, and see us later.”
Andy found that he could go, and the following Saturday the three motor boys, with their small guest, started from Cresville in their auto. They intended to put up at a hotel in Broadlands, and remain a week at the carnival.