“I’ll get Nike—”
“One of the boys will fix her up for you, and any time you want her given an overhauling, drop down here. She’ll be taken care of the same as usual; we’d feel neglected if you did not permit us to do that for you.” He tried to smile, but the effort was not much of a success.
“Thank you—” Quickly she faced about and hurried out of the office, closing the door after her much more softly than Mr. Wallace had done a few minutes before. She did not notice as she made her way to the big entrance, but before she got half way to the hangar, she met Phil.
“Oh, here you are, say” he stopped short. “What’s the matter, Roberta, you look as if you’d seen a ghost!”
“I’m all right,” she answered and blinked furiously.
“Where you going?” demanded Phil.
“Home.”
“Let me take you.” He swung in beside her.
“Thank you, I’m going alone—Oh, it’s all right, I mean I’m all right, but, well, Mr. Trowbridge just told me about the—”
“About the what?”