"Just the same, we're not giving up yet!" announced Louise, with determination. "Your father may pull out, or somebody may stop us on the street and take such a fancy to one of us——"
"Lou, you've been reading dime novels!" teased Linda. "There are too many good flyers today—good women flyers, too—for anybody to do that now."
"True. But there must be something—some way——"
"If we could only help Daddy in some way," mused Linda. "Find out who the man is who is trying to kill his business, and persuade him to take Daddy into partnership."
"Now you're on the track, Linda!" cried the other girl, enthusiastically. "We'll do that very thing! Hunt the mystery! Why, Linda, we've got over two weeks, and a plane and two cars! Who'd want more?"
"Wonderful! And we don't want to go to all these parties and dances anyhow, feeling the way we do!"
"Righto!"
The girls hugged each other in their ecstasy, and swayed back and forth happily. Then Louise grabbed her invitations, and began to make a list.
"We'll go over our mail and decline everything that comes after Christmas day," she said, in a business-like manner.
"And tomorrow morning we'll go to the stores and buy some of this stuff, and get the name of the dealer."