One thing Jane realized; they were all getting a thorough test of their weather ability on their first long flight.
The weather was rough all the rest of the way to Omaha, but after the first half hour, Sue recovered her equilibrium and managed to smile at the white face and tight lips of some of the other girls. Poor Grace was in agony most of the way.
“Lunch is ready at the field restaurant,” Miss Comstock announced when they rolled into the hangar at Omaha.
Various replies greeted her announcement. Some of the girls were ready to eat, while several could only groan at the thought of food.
Charlie Fischer climbed down and spoke to Jane and Sue.
“A little rough the last hundred and fifty miles,” he grinned.
“It was more than a little rough,” retorted Sue. “It was terribly rough.”
“Say, that was smooth compared to some of the weather we strike west of here. You’ve got lots of surprises ahead.”
“I’ve had enough for one night,” replied Sue, “but maybe I won’t notice it from now on.”
“Some people are all right after the first time and others never get over air sickness,” replied Charlie cheerfully.