"I'm through with stunts for a while, Ralph—you needn't worry about that. No; what I am planning now is steady work. I expect to take a job, as soon as Kit's wedding is over."
"A job? Where?"
"In Georgia, probably." She went into details about the proposition.
"You would!" he muttered, sulkily. "And pick out such a hot spot, that nobody would want to go with you.... Linda, why can't you be sensible like other girls—like my sister Kit, for instance?"
"Kit?"
"Yes. And get married."
He leaned over hopefully, and put his hand on her arm. Now that Linda had accomplished her ambition in flying the Atlantic, perhaps she would be willing to settle down to marriage and a normal life.
But she drew away, smiling.
"Don't, Ralph!" she warned him. "Remember that you promised me you wouldn't ask me till you had finished college."