"Isn't it too wonderful!" gasped Helen.
"I'm glad of it," declared Roger bravely and he tweaked each Ethel's hair as he left the room.
"I'm almost sorry," whispered Ethel Blue; "Roger wants it so much."
Mrs. Morton smiled at her.
"You've won it fairly," she said. "We'll all be at the dock to see you go this afternoon."
There could not have been a better evening for a first flight. There was not a breath of air to cause any anxiety either to passengers or to observers. The sun had sunk far enough for its rays not to be disturbing unless the aviator flew much higher than he was in the habit of doing. The crowd on the shore was the only upsetting feature to rather timid girls.
"We mustn't mind them," whispered Ethel Blue.
"There's always something disagreeable about everything nice; this time it's the people," agreed Ethel Brown.
"They're kind and interested. Forget all about them," advised Mrs. Morton.
Mr. Emerson escorted the two girls to the hangar.