“But we haven’t promised to stay in Hollywood,” Dot reminded her.
“True,” admitted Linda.
Mr. Eckert rose.
“I’ll tell you what I’ll do, Linda,” he said. “I’ll teach the class myself until the first of October. Then, if you can’t come, I’ll get another instructor. Is that all right with you?”
“Fine,” agreed the girl, delighted to have it all settled, and at a salary that was by no means small. For Linda Carlton was a drawing-card, and Mr. Eckert knew that her name would bring new students to the school, and add prestige to the fine faculty which they already had.
The last several days had been glorious weather—too good to last, Linda knew—for about the middle of September the fall rains usually set in. So she was not surprised to waken the following morning to find a dismal downpour, and what was worse, a bad wind. It was one of the equinoctial storms, so common at that time of the year.
Dot looked dismayed, but she had no idea that Linda would postpone the flight. For you couldn’t tell how long such a rain might last, and time was important.
She watched Linda get into her flying-suit, as if the mere matter of weather were nothing—all just part of the day’s work.
“Hurry up, Dot. If we are to make Kansas City by lunch time.”
“O.K.,” agreed the smaller girl, cheerfully.