Linda frowned, and Dot was sorry the instant the words were out of her mouth. She had forgotten all about the reason for the flight, in her excitement at this narrow escape.
At this moment half a dozen people appeared on the fire-escape, and a freckle-faced youth of about eighteen climbed immediately to the roof.
“Pretty neat!” he exclaimed. “Is it a stunt?”
“It was a life-saver,” explained Dot. “We nearly crashed on top of that big office building over there, and this one just loomed up in time.”
“Know what building this is?” asked the young man.
Linda shook her head.
“It’s a newspaper building! Biggest newspaper in Kansas City!”
“I never heard of a building made of newspapers,” returned Dot. “Funny we didn’t crash through!”
The young man grinned; his specialty was wise-cracks. “I’m a reporter,” he announced. “My slogan’s ‘First on the spot, to get news while it’s hot.’—so please give me your names and addresses.” He took out his notebook, prepared to write.
Linda looked displeased, but Dot was equal to the occasion.