“Well, now, let’s see,” Harry said, sitting down and taking the little model on his knees. “I think we’re just the fellows for you. You’ve heard of the Boy Scouts, I suppose. Well, we belong to the Scouts of Oakwood, New Jersey, and there’s an aero club in our troop—”
“Oh, my father’s building a house there,” cried the boy.
“Where—Oakwood?”
“Yes, we’re going to live there this Fall when it’s finished. We’re not going to live in the city any more.”
“Do you suppose he means the big house they’re putting up on the hill?” Harry asked of Gordon.
“Yes, it’s on the hill,” Penfield spoke up, “and I’m going to sleep outdoors.”
“Well, that’s news,” said Harry. “I wondered who was putting up that house.”
“Yes, and may I join your aero club—if I make one that goes?”
“You certainly may!” said Harry. “You can join the troop, and then if you are interested in aeroplanes you can join the little club six of the boys have formed. There’s going to be a big meet in Oakwood this Fall; any boy that lives in the county can enter his ’plane—provided he made it. I believe the Oakwood News is offering a cup, too, isn’t it, Gordon? I don’t know very much about aeros myself.”
“He does too,” said Gordon.