“Yeah; they love it. But at that Wally isn’t so short; he’s just about a scant average. The rest of us are all so big. Why, when I was a kid, I used to worry for fear I would be too big to fly.”
“Children are funny, aren’t they?” agreed Dulcie. “Here’s our car; let’s go out to the field. I’ll tell daddy we have gone.”
She leaned back in the car, with a sigh of relaxation.
“It has been wonderful, hasn’t it? Surely they won’t be half as glad to see us in Tokio. Here, of course, they feel a great interest on account of the Graf Zeppelin. And of course she did blaze the way; we are just beating her time.”
“If we can,” hedged David. “We mustn’t crow. We are three hours behind her time, now.”
“We will make it up,” said Dulcie, easily. “Oh, David, I have so many cares. I have shipped home all the lovely presents people here have given me, but I can’t express the live stock.”
“Koko?” asked David.
“Koko! Heavens, no! I wish it was Koko. David, I have two love birds, four German Roller canaries, a kitten, and a marmoset.”
“A marmoset!” repeated David. “Why, that’s a monkey, isn’t it?”
“A very little bit of a one,” said Dulcie, groaning. “One of those aviators gave it to me. He brought it over from Africa one day.”