“I’m sorry,” Jim said earnestly.
“We all are. It seems to me, Jim, that Bob’s idea of doing things in as advanced a method as possible is the greatest money saver we can invest in, so I think that for the present I shall purchase a new plane. It will not be quite such a splendid model as Her Highness, but it will help us out for the time being—”
“Dad!” Jim stared at his father, then he added weakly, “Even one of the cheaper ones cost quite a lot.”
“Don’t you think it will be a good investment?”
“Ha, ha,” Jim laughed. “Why Dad, I think it will be corking. We’ll save a lot of the stock and I’ll fly for your paper as soon as it’s off the press,” he promised eagerly.
“Then we—.”
“May we come in?” That was Mrs. Austin and she was followed by Bob, who dutifully held the door for her.
“You are always welcome.”
“I say, Jim, Mom says that Dad got Her Highness, so she wants to get us a new crate—”
“My dear, the boy told me he was going to get a job piloting for the winter—that would never do, and I should like to—you know, it’s been rather delightful—”