“Of course. Anybody could.”
“Could you teach us?” Jack was anxious.
“Certainly. But I imagine you’d first have to get permission from your parents. I don’t suppose either one of you is eighteen or over.”
The boys shook their heads dejectedly. “I’m only seventeen and a half,” Jack said.
“I’m going to be eighteen the fifteenth of next month”—that from Paul.
Major McCarthy looked up. Somebody over at the hangar was calling to him and motioning for him to come over. “Well, I have to go now. Let’s get out of the plane.” Walking back toward the hangers, the major said, “Come around again one of these days and if I have time I’ll take you up.”
“Gee, wouldn’t that be swell,” Paul cried. “You really mean it?”
“Of course.”
Jack was eager. “How about tomorrow?” he asked.