Miss Carlton sighed.
“I suppose it would be unreasonable to try to keep you out,” she admitted. “But I am so afraid of crashes with other planes. It is just like driving a car—much safer where there is no other traffic, for you never can tell what the other people will do.”
“I know. But I’ll be careful, Aunt Emily. And Ralph and Kitty are so anxious for me to go into it.”
Miss Carlton weakened; as usual the mention of the Claverings had a softening effect upon her. She liked Linda to be with them, to take part in the social affairs of her young friends.
“All right, dear. I agree, though I really don’t approve.”
Linda kissed her.
“But you never do approve, even if I only go up in the air for half an hour,” she teased.
“I thought I was growing used to it, till those awful things happened to you in the Okefenokee Swamp.”
“But it was thieves, not airplanes, that caused all the trouble. It might have happened if I had been riding horseback.”
“True. Have your own way, dear.” But Linda could tell by her voice that she wasn’t angry.