"Yes. And there'll be lots and lots of the flying men—the what- do-you-call-'ems—aviators, and officers in uniform—and all sorts. What fun! I'm just crazy about uniforms!"
Her eyes snapped. Jed, in his quiet way, seemed excited, too. He was gazing absently out of the window as if he saw, in fancy, a procession of aircraft flying over Orham flats.
"They'll be flyin' up out there," he said, musingly. "And I'll see 'em—I will. Sho!"
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Miss Hunniwell regarded him mischievously. "Jed," she asked, "would you like to be an aviator?"
Jed's answer was solemnly given. "I'm afraid I shouldn't be much good at the job," he drawled.
His visitor burst into another laugh. He looked at her over his glasses.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing; I—I was just thinking of you in a uniform, that's all."