“It isn’t finished yet,” replied Linda. “We’re in the middle of a mystery. I’ll tell you all about it, Kit, when Ralph isn’t around. He’s rather fed up.”
“I’ll say I am. How soon can we dance, Sis?” asked the young man, impatiently.
“Right away,” agreed Kit, nodding to the violinist in the corner to start the music.
The supper, served informally on the big porch that evening, was early; for the Hulberts had an exciting piece of news for their guests, and they could hardly wait for the opportunity to tell it. As soon as everybody was seated, Tom Hulbert, who was a lieutenant in the U. S. Flying Corps, and an excellent pilot, called for attention.
“Our next party is going to be a wow!” he began.
“They always are,” interrupted Sue Emery, enthusiastically.
Tom bowed. “Thank you, Miss Emery,” he said, formally. “But this is absolutely different—entirely new! Kit’s father is giving us a treasure hunt. By airplanes!”
“Airplanes!” gasped everybody at once.
Linda’s eyes shone with excitement. What a novel idea!
“But most of us can’t go!” whined Sue Emery. “We’re not pilots!”