“Care to sell it?” The girl was so astonished that she gasped.
“No, indeed, I do not,” she answered emphatically.
“I am anxious to purchase a good one, and am willing to pay well for this,” the woman persisted.
“Not for sale at any price. I wouldn’t part with it,” was the positive answer, and Mrs. Pollzoff smiled.
“I should have known that you would rather part with an eye. Let us turn back—I am a little tired today.”
“All right.” Nike climbed and curved widely, and then Roberta noticed two planes in the air, one coming up from the south, and the other rushing north. They were both going at a swift speed and it struck the girl pilot that this was the first time she had been out with Mrs. Pollzoff that planes had come anywhere near them. It also flashed through her mind that perhaps the presence of the flyers was the reason for her passenger’s sudden weariness, but as far as she could tell the woman was not conscious of their presence in the air. Once or twice she glanced indifferently at the water, then, when they were soaring in fine style over Long Island, the field glasses were put in their case.
“Where shall I take you?” Roberta asked.
“To the Huntington depot, or as near as you can.”
“It’s some distance from the railroad.”
“I can get a lift.”