And Eunice looked very lovely! Her hair was braided in two plaits, tied with soft scarlet ribbons. Her eyes were big and black with the excitement of entering a strange world. Her complexion was now only a little darker than olive. Her cheeks were like two scarlet flames.
Eunice hugged Mollie close, once she was seated in the automobile. When the big car started, she laughed gleefully, clapping her hands as she cried. “It is truly a red bird, that carries us on its wings!” She remembered what Ruth had told her.
“Always Eunice has longed for wings like the birds!” Eunice whispered softly to Mollie. “Now, behold! We are almost flying!”
“Look overhead, Mollie, Eunice, Ruth!” called Grace suddenly.
The four girls looked up.
A great white object sailed above them.
Eunice clutched Mollie. “Is it the great white spirit, my grandmother has told me about?” she inquired.
“Oh, that is Reginald Latham in his airship,” Mollie explained to Grace. “He said the rudder of Mr. Latham’s balloon had been mended. He meant to try some short flights to see if it was all right.”
“But I do not understand!” Eunice protested. “Is a man riding on that great, great big bird?”
“Yes, Eunice,” Mollie assented. “But that object above our heads is an airship, not a bird.”