“Well, Mary, I guess it’s up to you,” said Tom a little later when the invited guests had all assembled. “Do your stuff!”
“What do you mean, Tom?”
“I mean christen my bus.”
“Are you going to make a speech?”
“I am not!” was his hasty reply. “I’ve got enough else to do to get ready for the take-off to-morrow morning. Come on now, my dear, make it snappy!”
Mary made it snappy by cracking the bottle of ginger ale on the prow of the shining craft and murmuring:
“I christen you Air Monarch!”
“And long may she sail!” cried Ned.
After this the workmen and guests gave three cheers and the informal ceremony was over.
“Bless my fountain pen,” murmured Mr. Damon, a bit sadly as he looked at the beautiful machine, “I wish I was going!”