"Better than nice," laughed Linda. "Most helpful!"
"Come into the hangar where it's warm," advised Ted, "and we'll figure everything out."
As soon as they were within the shelter of the big building, he reached into his pocket and brought out a map.
"This is your best course," he said. "I've indicated a lot of landings, in case you need them—for it will be impossible to see the ground if this snow keeps on, so you must watch your mileage. Perhaps, though, you'll fly into clearer weather as you go north.
"Look out for Lake Champlain, then you'll know you're right. It's probably frozen over now."
He handed Linda the map, together with his Washington address, where he said he would be stationed for several days, and where he would expect their telegrams.
"One tonight from Plattsburg," he reminded them. "One tomorrow from Montreal—after you get back from that Convent. You better stay over a day at Montreal and have your plane inspected. Even at that, you ought to get back to Spring City the day before New Year's."
"And then we can go to the dance!" exclaimed Louise. "That will delight your Aunt Emily, Linda!"
But Linda was not thinking about social events. Her mind was entirely occupied with her plane and her flight.
"This map is marvelous, Ted," she said, after she had examined it closely. "And how about the Pursuit? Did you give her the once-over yourself? Of course I know the airport made the inspection."