The rush of cool air was refreshing and Janet and Helen sank back in the broad, comfortable seat.
When the lights of Rubio glowed ahead Helen spoke.
“It hardly seems possible that Dad will be here in a few minutes. It’s been months since I’ve seen him.”
“Then you’ll enjoy seeing him all the more. What fun you’re going to have the next few days.”
“I hope it will be several weeks for I think Dad needs a good rest. He’s done three big pictures in the last year.”
They rolled through Rubio to the airport, which was just beyond the city limits. The clock over the hangar pointed to 11:50 and Janet’s father guided the sedan to a stop in the parking area behind the steel fence.
“I’ll find out if the plane’s on time,” he said, and went over to the office.
Janet thought she could hear the faint, faraway beat of an airplane, but the noise of another car turning into the parking space drowned it out.
“Come on folks. The plane will be here in a minute,” called Mr. Hardy.
They hurried out of the car and followed John Hardy through the gate and onto the ramp. In the west were the red and green lights of an incoming plane.