Jack blurted out, “Sure. And we’re going to learn how to fly and be pilots.”
“Both of us,” added Paul.
Arline pursed her lips. “Isn’t it glorious just to think of it!” she remarked.
The boys stuck their chests out. “It certainly is,” both agreed.
Paul asked, “Which way are you going, Arline?”
“Home.”
“Take you there on my handle bars.”
Jack interrupted, “Perhaps Miss Blair would prefer to ride on my handle bars.”
Arline shook her head. “No. It isn’t very nice for a young lady to ride on handle bars,” she remarked coolly.