"I've got to run into New York and buy some flying clothes," she announced as she seated herself at Bill's side.
"Don't bother about clothes, for heaven's sake. They won't help you to fly. I've got several extra helmets and some goggles and those things you're wearing now will be just the thing. All you need are overalls--and I bought you those in the village this morning."
"Aren't you nice," she beamed. "But I do need a leather coat, don't I?"
"What for?"
"Didn't you tell me the cockpits of your N-9 were open--that they didn't have windshields?"
"Yes--but what of it?"
"Won't it be cold?"
"Not at this time of year. We're not out for an altitude record. Of course, when you get a couple of miles or so above the earth you have to bundle up--but the old OXX motor in my N-9 would never get you there. She's not built for that kind of work. Later on, you can order a monkey suit or a leather coat from the city."
"Yes, I'll get one of those sporty knee-length coats--" decided Dorothy gleefully.
"Not if I know it!"