“Thank you, you ol’ darlin’,” she said to me, and I ain’t so old, either. “I can’t wait another minute to get up into all that glorious sky. Ned, would you mind changin’ back to Benny’s seat?”
“What!” barked Ned. “Listen, Jane. I’m takin’ this little Alton up for a check-ride. Your Dad is waitin’ for the data on it. Just this time won’t you ride in back, just this once, and lemme—”
“Ned Knight,” came back Jane, “am I not the holder of a pilot’s license?”
“Yes, but—”
“Haven’t you, my only instructor, pronounced me to be a flyer equal to any other you know?”
“You sure are, Jane, but—”
“Can’t I handle that stick and do a good job of gatherin’ data myself?”
“I’m not sayin’ you can’t, but—”
“Do you want me to go up in another plane, without you, Ned Knight?”
“No!” said Ned, and so he began gettin’ out!