"But why not? They're so goodlooking!"
"And more dangerous than a broken strut!"
"They are?" Dorothy's tone was horrified.
"Certainly. If you buy a coat, get a waist-length model. Anything longer not only hampers a pilot, it catches the wind and is likely to get caught around your stick or other controls and crash the plane."
"Oh!" said Dorothy disappointedly.
Bill slanted his eyes from the road and smiled at her. "Not everyone who wears a yachting cap is a yachtsman! You'll have plenty to think of during your flight training without bothering about such things."
"I guess you're right," she agreed. "How long will it take to teach me to fly, Bill?"
"It all depends upon your aptitude, Dorothy. Ask me again after ten hours of dual instruction. But no matter how apt you prove to be, flying is not learned in a day. I've mapped out a forty-hour course for you. Want to look it over?" He handed her a typewritten sheet.
She studied the paper interestedly. It was titled.
"Course of Flight Training.