"How about giving me my first flying lesson now?" Dorothy suggested as Bill hauled in their anchor.
"You really want to learn?"
"Of course I do--I'm crazy about it!"
Bill coiled the mooring line, looping it with practiced skill. "And I'd be glad to give you instruction. But you're a minor--before we can start anything like that we must get your Dad's permission."
"Oh, that'll be all right, Bill," was the young lady's cool assurance. "But how about right now--"
"Every student aviator is a watchful waiter the first time up. You stand behind me this trip and I'll explain what I'm doing as we go along."
"That'll be great! I'm just wild to fly this plane!"
Bill smiled. "But you won't get your flight instruction in this plane, Dorothy."
"Why not?"
"This amphibian is too big and heavy, for one thing; for another, she isn't equipped with dual controls."