"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Carlton!" he exclaimed, in genuine regret. "But those boys acted just like children, pushing in the way they did. Never you mind, though, you'll get your turn tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" she repeated. "I thought the autogiro was to be sent to Birmingham, Alabama!"
"So it is. But after a little practice with it, I'm going to let you take it."
"Me?"
"Yes, you! Because you are such a good flyer, and because you are a mechanic besides. There's another job at the end of the trip—taking another plane—not an autogiro—to Nashville, Tennessee. All your expenses will be paid, and there will be twenty-five dollars in it for you. Would you like to do it?"
"Would I?" cried Linda, her eyes shining with happiness. "I'd just love it."
"Then you can make your plans."
"Could I—take Miss Haydock with me?" she asked, timidly.
"Why, of course. That will make it all the better. I think we can even pay her hotel expenses, though of course she won't make any money. It is because you are a mechanic as well as a flyer that you are in a position to earn the money."
"Because I am a mechanic!" she repeated softly to herself. Her wish was really coming true.