“I am quite content to have you tell me about it,” laughed Grace.
The major grinned, then tested the telephone, adjusted the aneroid barometer, took a final glance around, and nodded to the flight sergeant. The latter blew two short whistles, and as if for good measure bellowed “Let go!”
“Better come along,” called down Grace to Elfreda who with one hand shading her eyes was gazing up at them, her face a little pale.
Miss Briggs shook her head.
“One balloonatic in the family is enough,” she cried, then something seemed to be drawing the earth away from Grace Harlowe, and she suddenly realized that they were going up.
CHAPTER XI
ROUGH GOING IN CLOUDLAND
“WE’RE off,” the major informed her, but his reminder was unnecessary. Already J. Elfreda Briggs had shrunk to almost childish proportions and the big army truck looked like a toy express wagon. Had it been painted red the illusion would have been nearly perfect.
“My, it’s windy up here!” shouted Grace.
“We will be out of it soon, I think,” answered the major.