Mrs. Marshall looked surprised.
“Does this interest you?” she went on, picking up a picture of a revolving gyroscopic motor as if it were dynamite.
“Interest me?” exclaimed Morey. “I reckon it interests any one in my business.”
“Your business?”
“Surely. That’s what I’m goin’ to be.”
Mrs. Marshall could only look at him, dazed and bewildered.
“Haven’t had time to tell you,” smiled Morey. “I’m an aviator. I’m going to make an aeroplane this summer.”