"Too bad we couldn't catch him," remarked Maurice, always ready with his jokes, "for his hair was bright enough to light up the plane. We wouldn't have needed our flashes."
"Might have set the 'Pursuit' on fire!" suggested Jim.
Linda frowned uneasily. The description sounded like Ted Mackay. But how did he know that she had a plane, and if he had happened to see it, why didn't he come to the house, and ask her permission to examine it? After all, it was on their own property—nobody had any right to intrude. She thought darkly of what her father had said, and hoped that there wasn't anything crooked about Ted. Why, he seemed more of a friend to her than any of these people—except of course her Aunt Emily, and Louise!
By the time they had reached the house, everybody had forgotten the incident, for Louise turned on the radio, and without consulting Linda, they all decided to dance. Ralph claimed the latter for the first waltz.
"So this will make a change in your summer plans," he said, as if the idea were not wholly to his liking.
"Yes. We're not going to Green Falls till August—maybe not then, if I don't succeed in getting a private pilot's license before that."
"But what about me?" he inquired, and the admiring look he gave her would have pleased Miss Carlton, had she noticed it.
Linda looked puzzled.
"You? Why—you'll never miss me! With all your girl friends!"
"No; I've decided I'm not going to miss you," he said, quietly. "Because I'm going to stay right here in Spring City, and learn to fly along with you!"