“Hold your horses,” laughed Bill. “Don’t think for a minute we’re going to patrol all day long.”
“Why not?”
“Waste of time.”
Dorothy plumped herself down in her chair again.
“Oh, all right. Have it your way. Personally, I can’t see doing a thing at all, unless one does it properly. You and your plans make me tired.”
“Don’t get peeved,” he bantered. “These won’t be endurance flights.”
“They won’t be anything at all unless we find that plane and you can’t expect it to take the air just when you want it to!”
“Stop quarreling, children,” admonished her father. “Bill knows what he is talking about.”
“Well, maybe he does. He can catch the old plane by himself. I’m through.”
“What you need is another nap, young lady. You’re tired and cross.”