“Miss Roberta Langwell?”
“Yes.”
“How do you do! This is Mrs. Pollzoff.”
“Oh!” Roberta wasn’t at all delighted at the announcement.
“Today I went early to the field; waited for you an unreasonable length of time, then found, upon inquiry, that you are no longer with the Lurtiss Airplane Company.”
“Yes.”
“I was sorry, of course. Well, I took the liberty of asking them for your address and communicating with you. I prefer you to one of the men for my pilot; also your little plane rides very comfortably. This morning is wasted, but the afternoon is still young. I should like to engage you to take me along the coast as usual. Can you meet me in, say, half an hour?”
“Well—” Roberta hesitated.
“You will be well paid. You have not connected, as yet, with another firm, or taken on a passenger?”
“No,” Roberta had to admit. Just then her mother came hurrying in lest the call be from her husband. She glanced at her daughter and saw the look of doubt on the young face.