“What treasure hunt?” inquired Miss Carlton. She was usually more delighted over Linda’s social affairs than the girl herself.
“By airplanes!” replied Ralph, excitedly. “Isn’t that a whiz of an idea?”
“Oh, no! No!” gasped Miss Carlton, in terror. “No, Ralph! That is worse than foolhardy! Oh, my boy, you’d all be killed!”
“Not if we plan the thing thoroughly. Start at different places—good fields to land——”
“I beg you not to do it!” she wailed, prophetically. “Think of the tragedy it may bring about! Whose idea was it, Ralph?”
“Dad’s—and Kit’s.”
Miss Carlton shook her head mournfully. “I thought your father had more sense, Ralph. But does your mother approve?”
“Mother’s away for a couple of weeks. Went to Bar Harbor to visit Aunt Kate—her sister, you know. So naturally she won’t be consulted.”
“I can never give my consent to it,” stated Miss Carlton, nervously.
“Wait till we get our plans ready. You may change your mind—Now, Linda, can you help me?”