"Whoopee!" cried Ralph, almost running into Linda's father, who was standing in the dining-room doorway.
"Darling!" exclaimed Louise, embracing her chum excitedly. "We heard the news! Congratulations!"
"And naturally we couldn't wait to see your plane," added Kitty. "But are you sure you've finished dinner?"
"Yes, indeed," replied Linda, introducing her father to everybody except Louise, who of course knew him.
"If it only isn't too dark to see it!" exclaimed Louise. "We've all brought flashlights."
"Then we better trail out immediately," laughed Linda. "And I'll get Aunt Emily. She has only seen it from a distance."
"Better wait for the rest of the crowd," suggested Ralph. "I saw Dot trying to round up some more. They ought to be here any minute."
"Then we might as well wait. Aunt Emily'll be here in a minute."
"What kind of plane is it, Linda?" inquired Maurice. "You're 'Lindy' Junior now aren't you—just as I predicted," he added.