At last, one day, she came tripping over the ground, laughing and calling, "Shauneen, Shauneen, 'tis I!"
John trembled. But he smiled at her and held out his hand.
To-day she was not dressed in fluttering, light-colored garments. Instead, she had on a brown leather coat. She wore a little round cap.
She carried a small coat, which she held out to John.
"Put this on quickly and come, for our air chariot awaits us," she exclaimed, helping John put on the fine warm coat.
Again they walked to the shining white automobile, and then they drove and drove. At last they came to a large field. It was an air port, a place where airplanes land.
The girl stopped her car. John saw a winged machine standing in the center of the field. It was a strange, terrible thing to the boy John.
"Come," said Marjorie, taking him by the hand. "It is our airplane. We shall fly over the green land together!"
An airplane! John had seen airplanes before, but never like this. He had seen them circling far up in the sky.
He could often hear the whirring sound they made. They usually were so high that they looked to the lad like small birds.