“Oh, that:
“‘Ground-school dinners bring the tears,
We haven’t had a feed--in--years!’”
came the answer with a long--beclouded--sigh.
CHAPTER X
AVIATORS UNAWARES
“Ground-school dinners! What! That means you’re hungry!... Dreadfully hungry?”
“Oh, not so bad as all that; only rather tired of feasting on air-puffs,” came the laughing answer. “Joy-sticks and air-puffs! My companion had some of the former in his pocket--meaning chocolate bars!”
“Joy--fiddlesticks! We’ll get you something more substantial right away. Supper--supper will be ready in a winged hurry!”
Wing-footed, indeed, one-half the army of girls started for a united drive upon the bungalow and its seashore resources.