“Better’n most of ’em.”
“Do you think, if we let you go on this foolish trip, that you can act more like a sane person and less like a lunatic?”
“You mean flyin’ in the rain at night?” laughed Frank.
“I mean, will you cut out experiments?”
“That means you’re goin’ to let me go?” shouted Frank. “Wait till I call up Phil.”
“I have decided to listen to your uncle’s request and I may consent. I telegraphed to him this afternoon.”
“Whoop-e-e!” yelled Frank, springing from the table. “I’ll tell Phil—”
“I called up Mrs. Ewing,” explained Mrs. Graham. “I told her what your father had decided—”
“Then it’s all settled,” shouted Frank. In another moment he was kissing his mother. “As for you, father,” he cried with another shout, “I’ll show how much I thank you by calling on you to carry out the rest of Uncle Guy’s request.”