_Winning Her License_
The next few weeks were the most interesting, the most exciting, of
Linda's whole life. Every day she drove over to the Flying School
with Ralph, and gained first her theoretical, and then her practical
knowledge.
Both she and Ralph were surprised to find that it was so simple a
matter to handle a plane. By the middle of July they were accustomed
to stepping into the cockpits by themselves, nosing their planes into
the wind, and rising to a height of fifteen hundred feet, without even
a tremor. Anxiously they counted their hours of solo flying, not only
that their licenses would be approved, but because they both wanted to
try some stunts. They had studied the principles of loops, Immelman
turns, barrel rolls, and falling leaves, and they were wild to try them
out for themselves.
Finally, after they had both passed their written examinations, and
were only waiting for their licenses to come through, Mr. Taylor
allowed them both to try an inside loop and an Immelman turn. Linda's
happiness was so great that she felt she just had to tell somebody, so
she went home and wrote to her father. Unfortunately, she thought it
wiser to say nothing about stunts to her aunt.
Miss Carlton still insisted that she would never get into a plane, not
even Linda's. "It's too dangerous," she objected, when her niece was
begging her to go for a ride. "I might be killed--and then who would
take care of you? And besides, I don't see how anybody could learn to
fly in the short time you've been at it."
"But Aunt Emily," explained Linda patiently, "it really is easier than
driving a car. Once you are off the ground, the plane practically flies
itself. And the higher you are, the safer."
Miss Carlton shuddered.
"I can't believe that, dear. Because the higher you are, the farther
you have to fall!"
"But you have all that chance to regain control of your plane,"
insisted her niece. "Crashes practically always come on the
ground--it's very rare indeed that two planes crash in the air, even
when they are flying in Army formation."
"How soon do you think you'll get your license?" inquired Miss
Carlton, showing that Linda's words had made no impression at all upon
her. She was anxious to get away now; Spring City was becoming very hot.
"Any time now," replied the girl, her eyes shining with anticipation.
"I have done all the required solo flying--and more too."
"Solo flying? Do you mean you've been up alone? Without even Ralph?"
"Yes, of course! And I love it, Aunt Emily! Oh, if you could just
try it once, you'd never be afraid again. It is the most wonderful
sensation--up in the skies, all alone! Free as a bird!" She paused
abruptly, smiling at her own enthusiasm. She did not often talk like
this to anybody, though there was a great deal of poetry in her make-up.
"Well, dear, I'm glad you like it," said Miss Carlton, in a
matter-of-fact tone. "But don't overdo it. And don't go in for any
stunts."
Ralph Clavering, who had been making it his habit to come over to see
Linda every evening, now that all his other friends had gone away,
arrived on the porch in time to hear Miss Carlton's admonition. He
was about to say something, for he was very proud of his successful
"acrobatic flying," when he caught Linda's frown of warning. Of course
there was no use of worrying the timid woman, who was worried enough
already.
He sat on the railing, dangling his legs, and carelessly lighting a
cigarette, as if he were very much at home.
"Linda's little 'Pursuit' is a daisy, Miss Carlton," he said. "It
really has a most marvelous motor--and all sorts of safety devices.
There's not a thing for you to worry about.... I wish I had one like
it!"
Linda regarded him sympathetically. It was hard luck that his father,
with all his money, refused to buy Ralph a plane! But he had been
promised one the following year--if he graduated from college without
any conditions. Evidently Mr. Clavering was using it as a spur to his
son's ambition, for Ralph had never been keen about his studies. Good
times came first with him; besides, he argued, what was the use of
learning to make money, when his father already had more than they
could spend?
"What are you children going to do this evening?" asked Miss Carlton,
though it was nine o'clock now, and there wouldn't be much evening
left, for Linda insisted upon going to bed early.
"I'd like to map out our trip to Green Falls," the latter replied. "And
then we could show our plan to Lieutenant Kingsberry, and see where
the airports are located along the way, in case we have to land."
"Why not Taylor?" inquired Ralph, teasingly, for he knew that Linda did
not care much about her instructor.
She gave the boy a withering look.
"Well, then--Redhead? He ought to know. By the way, I never see you
talking to him, Linda!"
"I never get a chance. He's always busy, and besides, you're usually
with me. I guess he's too shy to intrude."
Nevertheless, she decided that she must have one talk with Ted Mackay
before she left the school, to clear up matters that had never been
discussed. All during the next week she watched for her opportunity,
but it did not come until her final day at the school--the day when she
received her license as a private pilot.
Wild with joy at her success, she asked where Ted was, and ran over to
the hangar where he happened to be working. For once, Ralph was not
with her; he had not yet landed the plane he had been flying.
"Mr. Mackay!" she cried joyously--she was afraid to call him "Ted" now,
for he seemed like such a stranger. "I'm a real pilot! I can fly my
own plane now, wherever I want to go!"
The young man came over solemnly and shook hands with her.
"May I be the first to congratulate you?" he asked.
"Not the first. Lieutenant Kingsberry has done so already. But, of
course, in a way he doesn't count."
"And this is only your beginning, I know!" he said, his blue eyes
sparkling with enthusiasm. "You're going to a ground school in the
fall--as we used to talk about--aren't you?"
"Yes, I hope so." She hesitated, and looked down at the ground, digging
the toe of a dainty slipper--entirely feminine, in spite of her flyer's
costume--into the dust. She felt shy, and embarrassed; it was so hard
to hurt Ted, and yet she didn't dare disobey her father. "Ted," she
said, finally, "could I have just one little talk with you, to clear
things up--before I go away?"
"I've been longing for it," he confessed, eagerly. "But I'd decided
that you were through with me, on account of my actions that night you
got your plane--when I sneaked over to see it. One of the boys heard it
roaring over our heads, and ran out to see where it was landing. So,
when he came back with the news that it was in your field, I knew it
must be yours. When I went over to see it myself--I--I was hoping you'd
come out alone--and we could gloat over it together! And then all that
crowd showed up, and your aunt too--I was sure it was she--and I just
lost my nerve and ran. It looked pretty queer, I guess."
"No, only why didn't you come to the house first?" she inquired.
"I was afraid the butler would say, 'Miss Carlton is not at home'--the
way the rich young ladies' butlers always do in the novels."
"Only we haven't any butler," laughed Linda.
"Well, you have a strict aunt--and a father that's made of steel!"
"Don't!" cried the girl, in an offended tone. "You mustn't say a word
against my father, or I never will talk to you. But that brings me to
what I wanted to say.... My father has no time for you, on account of
your father. It seems that a man by the same name worked for him on
the ranch in Texas--and was untrustworthy. Could that have been your
father?"
"I'm afraid it was," admitted Ted, sadly.
"So you see why he selected Mr. Taylor to teach me to fly...." Tears
almost came into her eyes, as she saw how sorrowful Ted was looking.
"I think it's absurd, myself," she admitted. "But I suppose Daddy means
it for the best.... I'm--not to be friends with you, Ted.... And, oh,
I'm so sorry!"
"I'm sorry too, Linda," the boy said slowly. "But somehow I never
believed we could be real friends. I'm not like you--I don't believe in
fairy stories."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that the poor young man, who has a disgrace to live down, isn't
likely to be friends with the rich, beautiful girl--in real life.... So
I guess it's good-by...." He held out his hand.
"Oh, but I'll at least see you again!" she protested. "Tomorrow I'm
going to fly my plane over here and back--all by myself!"
"That's wonderful--I wish I could be here to see you do it," he
answered regretfully. "But unfortunately I am leaving myself tomorrow.
I'm taking a job as salesman for a plane construction company in Kansas
City."
"Congratulations!" cried Linda, pleased at his advancement. "Well, good
luck--and good-by!"
"And, by the way," he added, "I want to thank you for wearing my poor
little flowers at your class-day. I saw you--through the fence. I was
so glad they held the affair out-of-doors!"
"Then they were from you?" she asked, ashamed that she had forgotten to
thank him. "I thought so, but I wasn't sure. I meant to ask you. They
were lovely."
"I am going to give you a card of my firm," said Ted, reaching into his
pocket. "So that you will know where I am, in case you need any help
with your Arrow.... You--you--don't mind?"
"I'll be very thankful to have it," she reassured him. "You know, Ted,
I have an awful lot of confidence in you!"
And, with a final pressure of her hand, he turned to go, and she,
looking about, saw Ralph Clavering walking towards her.
"What's the big idea?" he asked her, when he reached her side, and Ted
had disappeared. "Holding hands with Red?" His tone was irritable.
"I was just saying good-by," she explained. "He's leaving tomorrow for
a job in Kansas City."
"Flying?"
"Naturally."
"Well, we'll be flying away soon, too," he added, more cheerfully. "I
had a letter from Kit this morning, and she wants us surely at Green
Falls for July thirty-first. It's the Midsummer Ball, and the big event
of the season--socially. She told me to tell you and Miss Carlton to be
sure not to miss it."
"Oh, I'll be ready by Saturday," replied Linda. "Aunt Emily has been
doing all the shopping, so I hardly need to do anything.... By the way,
did Kit give you any gossip about the crowd?"
"Let me see," muttered Ralph, as he took her arm possessively while
they walked across the field, in the hope that Ted Mackay would see
them. "She did have quite a bit to say--but it was mostly about Maurry."
"Maurice Stetson? What's he been doing?"
"Rushing Kit, evidently. And she seems to like it.... And she said
Harry Smith has a life-guard's job, and is spending all his spare time
with Lou."
"I haven't heard from Lou in ages," remarked Linda. "But I guess it's
partly my fault. I haven't had time to answer her letters." Then,
changing the subject, as they came out to the road where Linda's car
was parked, "You're going to fly up with me in the 'Pursuit,' aren't
you, Ralph?"
"Surest thing! We'll fly everywhere together--from now on. Just like
Mr. and Mrs. Lindy!"
"Only we won't!" she answered abruptly, laughing at him.
As they stepped up to the roadster, they almost fell over a man who
came out from a shabby coupé in front of theirs. He had evidently been
leaning over, fixing something.
"Want any help?" asked Ralph, though Linda knew he hadn't the slightest
idea of giving any.
"No, thanks," muttered the man, without looking up. "Engine trouble."
"Engine trouble!" repeated Linda, sympathetically. Then, turning to
Ralph. "Suppose something like that should happen to us--on the way to
Green Falls!"
"Well, it won't!" replied Ralph reassuringly. "The motor's just about
perfect in that little plane of yours! No--but I tell you what, Linda,
you better bring your gun along. That crazy sister of mine expects me
to bring her pearls up for the Midsummer Ball!"
"Real pearls--at a summer resort!" cried Linda, as she slipped the key
into her lock, and started her engine. "She's taking an awful chance!"
"That's what I think. But of course they're insured. And so long as
she's succeeded in getting Dad's permission, it's not my business
to stop her.... By the way, it's a fancy-dress affair. What sort of
costume will you wear?"
"I don't know. I guess I'll leave it to Aunt Emily."
But when she got back home, she forgot all about pearls and dresses and
mid-summer balls. Nothing mattered to her, but the glorious fact that
at last she was a real flyer!