"Flying?"
"Yes.... So, Harry, please take me home, and then you can easily come back again and stay for breakfast."
The young man did as he was requested, but he did not go back. Somehow, the party no longer interested him.
So while her friends still danced far into the night, Linda Carlton slept soundly, that she might retain that radiant health upon which the doctor had complimented her the day before.
Chapter III
The Flying Club
When Linda came down to breakfast the following morning, she found her father already at the table. He had a way of arriving early in the morning, for he preferred traveling in a sleeper.
"Daddy!" she cried, happily. "Just the person I want to see!"
"Well, that's nice," he said, kissing her affectionately. "I wouldn't want it otherwise. Now sit down and tell me all about your latest experiences while you eat your breakfast."