“Tell you what!” she exclaimed. “It’s a safe guess you don’t even know when your motor was last overhauled and cleaned.”
“No, I—” the play-boy was not smiling now. “Well now, Miss Sample, you see this crack-up has cost a lot of money. So I—”
“So you ask me to risk my life flying with you. And I say ‘No!’
“I—I’ll have to be going.” Her tone changed. “Got a report to make out. I’ll be seeing you. And I only hope it won’t be under a high bank of cut flowers.”
She was gone, leaving Willie staring.
“Queer sort of girl!” he grumbled after a time. “But I—she sure is a good one!
“She might be right at that,” he murmured as he left the building.
For Florence, speeding away through space with the stars above and the earth below, that was a never-to-be-forgotten night. First the broad expanse of the city’s gleaming lights and after that, in sharp contrast, deep, sullen blue below that suggested eternity of space.
“We’re over the lake,” Danby Force smiled. “Way over there is the light of a ship.”
“And still farther there is another,” Florence replied. “How rapidly we leave those lights behind! How strange to be speeding along through the night.”