“Well, what was the meaning of all that pantomime?” Uncle Ward asked with an amused twinkle.
“Dave’s going to stop for me Saturday and take me to the aviation meet in his roadster. I’m thrilled to death! I was hoping he’d ask me, but I was afraid he wouldn’t!”
“So? Well, I’m glad he said roadster and not airplane,” Wardell Force grunted. “I don’t want you to go flying around with any student aviator.”
“Dave is nearly through his course now, Uncle Ward, and he’s considered the best of all those who are studying at the field.”
“That’s fine. And now that the excitement is over, we can get back to that discussion we were having. Perhaps we had better step into the den.”
Soberly, Doris followed her uncle into the house. She realized that the discussion was to center about money, and hoped that nothing would interfere with her plan to spend the summer with Kitty. Once they were settled in the comfortable den, she showed him the letter she had received from her chum.
“It shouldn’t cost very much just to spend a few weeks at a camp,” she declared. “I’m sure it isn’t a very expensive one.”
Wardell Force did not reply immediately, but sat looking at the rug. At last he said:
“I don’t like to deny you anything, Doris, but I’m afraid you don’t understand just how matters stand. Your carfare to this camp would cost considerable and of course you would need clothes.”
“Just knickers and sport things.”