“But what is it?”
The boy confessed sadly, “My parents absolutely refused to allow me to fly.”
Nuthin’ heard the statement and he felt glad. Not that he was glad that Ken was unable to learn to fly, but misery loves company. He said, “You’re not alone, Ken. The same tragedy here.” And he made a comical gesture of weeping.
Paul was disappointed. “Gee, that’s a shame. I wonder if there is anything we can do about it?”
Both boys shook their heads listlessly. Ken remarked, “You know my dad. When he puts his foot down it’s like the Rock of Gibraltar.”
“With me,” informed Nuthin’, “it’s my mother. She actually wept, so my father wouldn’t give me permission.”
“It’s a shame,” repeated Paul. “At any rate, you two can come along and watch us. You can at least get all the ground work.”
The boys mounted their bicycles and were off. At the airport, they were greeted by Major McCarthy. “Hello, fellows,” he called.
“Hello, Major,” answered several.