“To take charge of Aspley plantation?” asked Mrs. Carey.
Mrs. Marshall nodded her head with a satisfied smile.
“And what had you planned?” exclaimed Major Carey, who did not seem to join in Mrs. Carey’s and Mrs. Marshall’s satisfaction.
“I was willing to finish my schooling,” answered Morey soberly, “and I’ll even spend four years in the university if my mother likes, but I want a technical training. I want to understand airships. I meant,” and he looked at his mother covertly, “to become an aviator if I couldn’t become an inventor.”
“You mean this new-fangled aeroplane business?” asked Major Carey.
“I’m very enthusiastic over it,” went on Morey.
“Do you know, Major, the boy actually wants to build an aeroplane at our home this summer. And just when I know he needs rest and recreation.”
Major Carey had risen and was nervously toying with his heavy gold watch chain. Before he could speak, Mrs. Marshall added:
“He has even purchased a—some machinery of some kind—to go in it.”