Linda Carlton, Air Pilot. Lavell Edith

to be resting… But your presents have never shown a great deal of wisdom, I fear."

      Her brother laughed.

      "Sometimes it's better to be foolish," he remarked.

      "Not if Linda breaks her neck!"

      "Which she isn't going to do!" contradicted Mr. Carlton, confidently. "Linda's careful – and she's thorough. I know that, from the way she drives her car – and takes care of it."

      "Cars and airplanes are different matters!"

      "Not so different as you might think. In some ways, cars are more dangerous, because you have to consider traffic – what the other fellow is going to do. And there's so much room in the skies!"

      "But if something goes wrong – there's nobody there to help her," objected Miss Carlton.

      "Well, Emily, you'd be amazed at the perfection of the airplanes they are putting out now-a-days. They're as different from the old-fashioned ones of the World War, as the first two-cylinder automobiles from the sixes and eights of today."

      "But there still are a lot of crashes – and deaths," insisted his sister.

      "That doesn't say Linda will crash! Linda is going to be a good pilot – learn it all thoroughly!.. Why, Emily, you don't think I'd be willing to take any chances with my only child, do you – if I didn't consider it safe?"

      He smiled fondly at Linda, but his sister drew down the corners of her mouth a trifle scornfully. As if his affection could compare with hers, though Linda wasn't her own child! He saw the girl two or three times a year at the most, while Aunt Emily was with her every day of her life!

      "Well," she added, "I'm afraid you'll feel out of the crowd by the time August comes and they have been together all that time at Green Falls!"

      "Do you mind missing it, my dear?" her father asked, gently.

      "Not a bit!" replied Linda immediately, her eyes shining at the thought of what she was gaining.

      Miss Carlton abruptly changed the subject.

      "Do you remember a man named Clavering, Tom?" she asked.

      "I remember the name. Connected with oil, wasn't he? Very wealthy?"

      "A millionaire, I think," replied Miss Carlton, as if the news were the most important thing in the world. "Well, he has bought an estate just outside of Spring City, and his daughter has just graduated in Linda's class."

      "Yes?" remarked her brother, wondering what possible difference that could make to him.

      "Well, the Claverings are planning to spend the summer at Green Falls, on Lake Michigan – the resort that Mrs. Haydock and I have selected… And there is a son in Harvard, who is going to be there."

      "Yes?" It still didn't dawn on the man what his sister meant. Perhaps that was because he was not worldly, and money and position didn't mean much to him. Or perhaps it was because it had never occurred to him that his little Linda was old enough to be thinking about getting married.

      "You certainly are slow at comprehension at times, Tom," she said, "for a smart man. Do I have to tell you in so many words that young Ralph Clavering is interested in Linda?"

      Linda blushed, and Mr. Carlton opened his eyes wide in amazement.

      "Well! Well! Well!" he exclaimed.

      "Dad!" protested Linda, nervously. "Don't be so serious! Aunt Emily thinks that because she loves me, everybody thinks I'm grand. But as a matter of fact, Ralph Clavering doesn't like me any better than half a dozen other girls. And I don't believe he likes me nearly so well as Louise – though I haven't given the matter any thought."

      "How any boy could fall for Louise Haydock is more than I can see!" put in Miss Carlton. "She is a nice girl, but she has ruined what looks she had by cutting her hair off so short, and wearing those dreadful earrings all the time – "

      "Aunt Emily!" interrupted Linda. "Please don't forget that Louise is my best friend!"

      "Even so, I don't have to admire her appearance, do I?"

      In a man's fashion, Mr. Carlton was getting very tired of this small talk. He stirred restlessly.

      "Well, it's settled then, about the summer, isn't it?" he asked. "I'd like to drive over early tomorrow morning to this Flying School, and make the arrangements about your course. Because tomorrow night I'm taking the sleeper back to the ranch."

      "Dad!" cried Linda, in disappointment. "You don't have to go that soon, do you? Oh, I wanted you to see me fly!"

      "I'll be back again, as soon as I can. But just now I'm having trouble with some Mexicans who came over the border and have been threatening us. I've got to be on the job. My help aren't any too reliable."

      "You won't be in any danger will you, Daddy?"

      He shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

      "Guess not," he replied.

      At the conclusion of the meal, Miss Carlton, who always liked to have Linda's young friends about, suggested that she call some of them on the telephone and give them her news, inviting them over to celebrate with her. But Linda shook her head.

      "There's only one person I'd like to tell about it," she said, "and I'm afraid I couldn't reach him by phone, for I don't know where he lives. That's a boy over at the school, who has taken me up a couple of times."

      But, as friends like this did not interest her, Miss Carlton dismissed the subject and went out to consult her cook. Linda's father, however, felt differently.

      "What's his name?" he asked, indulgently. "Maybe we could locate him, if we put in a call at the school. There would probably be somebody about who would know his address."

      "Ted Mackay," answered Linda.

      Mr. Carlton's eyes narrowed suspiciously, and the smile died from his lips. His daughter trembled. What could he possibly have against Ted?

      "What's the fellow look like?"

      "He's big – with red hair, and blue eyes, Why? Do you know him, Daddy?"

      "Think I know his father – to my sorrow. Same name – description fits, too. Likable chap, when you first meet him, isn't he? Looks honest and kind, and all that?"

      "Oh yes, Daddy! And he is so nice, too. And so clever!"

      "I don't doubt it. So is his father – in his own way. Well, if he's the son of the man I know, you're to keep away from him. Do you understand, daughter?"

      "Yes, but Daddy, don't you think it's only fair to give me a reason?" she pleaded.

      "I'd rather not. Can't you take my judgment as worth something, Linda?" He spoke sternly.

      The tears came to Linda's eyes, and she looked away.

      "Mayn't I even speak to him?" she asked, finally.

      "Oh, certainly. Never cut anybody – it's a sign of a little mind to stoop to such childishness. But don't be friendly with him. I dare say there are other instructors at the field, and I'll arrange for someone else to teach you."

      The door-bell rang three times, but before the maid could answer it, Louise Haydock dashed into the house, followed by Kitty and Ralph Clavering, and finally, Maurice Stetson.

      "Whoopee!" cried Ralph, almost running into Linda's father, who was standing in the dining-room doorway.

      "Darling!" exclaimed Louise, embracing her chum excitedly. "We heard the news! Congratulations!"

      "And naturally we couldn't wait to see your plane," added Kitty. "But are you sure you've finished dinner?"

      "Yes, indeed," replied Linda, introducing her father to everybody except Louise, who of course knew him.

      "If it only isn't too dark to see it!" exclaimed Louise. "We've all brought flashlights."

      "Then we better trail out immediately," laughed Linda. "And I'll get Aunt Emily. She has only seen it from a distance."

      "Better wait for the rest of the crowd," suggested Ralph. "I saw Dot trying to round up some more.