Bob, who had listened breathlessly to this conversation, could restrain himself no longer. “Whoopee!” he yelled. “Hal’s coming along! Hal’s coming along!” He jumped up and started to execute a war dance, dragging Hal after him.
Captain Bill was pleased. His story had made a hit—more of a hit than he had even hoped for.
[CHAPTER IX—Four Women Flyers]
Mrs. Martin, too, was pleased. She had gained her point, and now had another surprise for the company. “Did it ever occur to you that there are famous flyers who aren’t men? It’s just like you to neglect the women altogether.”
“Aw,” said Bob, “we can’t go telling stories about women. We’re sticking to men.”
“It seems to me that the women oughtn’t to be neglected,” said his mother. “After all, when we women do things, we like to be recognized.”
The Captain broke in, then. “Well, how about some of the women? he asked. Of course, being a woman yourself, you can’t enter our story-telling contest, but you can amuse us from a purely amateur love of getting in your feminine licks.”
Mrs. Martin smiled in the dark. “You think that I won’t,” she said. “But I will. I’ve been doing reading of my own, you know.”
“Tell away, Mater,” said Bob. “You’re better than any of us.”