The reporter smiled.
"A flying bug?" she demanded.
Miss Carlton gasped in horror. A bug! What would her niece be up to next?
"Linda!" she exclaimed.
"It's a plane, Aunt Emily," the girl explained. "You ought to like it. It's the very safest kind there is. In the eight or nine years since it was invented, nobody has been killed with one."
Miss Carlton looked doubtful.
"No airplane is safe," she remarked.
"This isn't an airplane. It's an autogiro."
"But it flies?"