“Well then, get a heavy coat on. We have an extra helmet—”
“Shall I need rubbers?”
“If you intend to come down with the parachute over the lake,” Bob answered.
“It’s mighty nice of you—”
“We’ll get Her Highness in ship shape.”
“I’ll be with you in five minutes,” Mr. Fenton promised, and he was. He joined his young guests at the pier, Bob was already in the back, while Jim was fussing about the pilot’s seat. Mr. Fenton was given the extra helmet and a pair of goggles, both of which he adjusted when he took his place after he had submitted to having the parachute and safety strap buckled properly.
“All O.K.?” Jim shouted finally. Mrs. Fenton had come down to see her husband start on his first flight, and she watched a bit nervously.
“I don’t know about those contraptions, Norman,” she said anxiously.
“They’re great inventions, Belle. When we get rich, we’ll have one,” he promised her.
“I’d rather have a good horse and buggy,” she retorted.