“Well and hungry,” answered Morey. And then he blushed.
“You came to see me?” went on the officer. “Then I hope, as soon as I am through with our afternoon’s work, to see you at my quarters. Ask any one for my house. Come for dinner and bring Amos. I must make my peace with the boy.” And he laughed again.
“Did you ever see an aeroplane before?” inquired Mr. Wright politely, as if feeling that he had to say something.
“I was around Mr. Curtiss’ shop a good deal last month,” explained Morey, “and I’ve done some gliding myself.”
“Oh I see,” interrupted Lieutenant Purcell. “Then you are interested.”
“I certainly am,” said Morey. “That’s why I came here to see you. I want to consult you about an idea I have—it was my father’s.”
Mr. Wright smiled.
“They’ve all got it,” he remarked.
“They haven’t all got this,” replied Morey abruptly. “Even you haven’t got it. But I think you will have it, some day.”