"Oh, I love the danger there is in it," said Wrandall carelessly. "That's what gives zest to the sport."
"I love it, too," said Hetty, her eyes a-gleam. "The glorious feel of the wind as you rush through it! And yet one seems to be standing perfectly still in the air when one is half a mile high and going fifty miles an hour. Oh, it is wonderful, Mr. Wrandall."
"I'll take you out in a week or two, Miss Castleton, if you'll trust yourself with me."
"I will go," she announced promptly.
Booth frowned. "Better wait a bit," he counselled. "Risky business, Miss Castleton, flying about with fledgelings."
"Oh, come now!" expostulated Wrandall with some heat. "Don't be a wet blanket, old man."
"I was merely suggesting she'd better wait till you've got used to your wings."
"Jimmy Van Wickle took his wife with him the third time up," said Leslie, as if that were the last word in aeroplaning.
"It's common report that she keeps Jimmy level, no matter where she's got him," retorted Booth.
"I dare say Miss Castleton can hold me level," said Leslie, with a profound bow to her. "Can't you, Miss Castleton?"