“Oh, it’s just glorious!” cried Dave, with sparkling eyes. “Mr. Dollinger, what place is this?”
“Why, the aero park, of course.”
“You don’t mean where they have had the big meet?” inquired Dave breathlessly.
“That’s it.”
“Oh, my—and I’ve got in, too!” cried Dave in a dazzled sort of way.
“Why, yes,” replied Dollinger, “though that don’t count for much just now. You see, nothing’s going on.”
“Nothing going on!” cried Dave, gazing at the airship aloft and then across the broad field beyond him.
“I mean as a show. The meet closed yesterday.”
“But all those airships?”
“Most of them will move over to Dayton, where they have another meet next week.”