Linda Carlton's Ocean Flight. Lavell Edith

talking like that!"

      "Still, she has a lot of experience on all of us," admitted Linda. "But I don't believe what she says about ground schools. Why, Ted Mackay – "

      "Have you heard from him lately, Linda?"

      "About a week ago. He wants us to go to a school in St. Louis, where he says they give a most thorough course."

      "Sure it isn't because that will be near Kansas City – where he is?" teased Louise.

      "Oh no, I wouldn't believe that of Ted. He is seriously interested in my career – yours too, for I told him that you might go with me."

      "Might!" repeated Louise, settling back in her seat to enjoy the ride, for it was a lovely day, and there was no top over the car. "Nobody could stop me now – after this afternoon! We're going to beat Bess Hulbert to it, and get that prize!"

      "Lou, if we only could! You know how I've talked of flying the ocean before. Are you still game?"

      "Absolutely! But we wouldn't dare take a chance in your Pursuit, would we?"

      "No, of course not. What I'd like to get is a Model J Bellanca – it's made especially for that purpose. Take off early next May – the very day Lindy flew, if the weather happens to be right."

      "Where would we ever get the money for such a plane?" asked Louise, incredulously. "It would cost thousands of dollars."

      "Yes, I know. I talked to Daddy this morning, and if he decides to let me try it, he won't mind the money. But don't breathe a word of this to anybody! I wouldn't want Miss Hulbert to hear of it; she'd only make all manner of fun of us."

      "Suppose she should get that prize," remarked Louise. "Can you imagine her in Paris, Linda? Representing American Girlhood! Why, it might start a war with the French!"

      "Now, Lou, you're exaggerating too much. She isn't as disagreeable as all that."

      "She is. She's even worse. But of course I won't say a word about our plan, except to mother and dad. And maybe I won't work hard at school, to get my own license!"

      "That's the spirit!" approved Linda, as she stopped the car at her chum's house.

      "Linda! Look how low that plane's flying!" exclaimed the other, as the girls got out of the car. "And look at the way she's tilting!"

      "The pilot must be crazy! Why, that's only a few hundred feet up. Come on, Lou, something is likely to happen! Let's get into the house."

      Instinctively Linda pushed Louise towards the porch, but with a quick glance about, she saw her chum's brother in the next yard, playing with a group of children. Unmindful of her own danger, and the velvet dress she was wearing under her lovely fall coat, she dashed over the hedge and dragged the children into the house.

      Nothing happened, however; when she came outside she noticed that the plane was climbing again. With a sigh of relief she went back to Louise.

      "That was our friend Miss Hulbert," announced the latter, scornfully. "Doing some stunts for our benefit."

      "No! Not really?"

      "Absolutely. She waved to me!"

      "She certainly doesn't show much judgment. Besides, it's unlawful."

      "Let's sue her!"

      "Now, Lou! You are positively vindictive. And all because she made fun of my flying." But Linda gave her chum a hug; it was so comforting to feel her entire loyalty.

      "All right, then let's forget her… Can you stay for dinner, Linda?"

      "No thank you, Lou – I'm afraid not. Daddy's home, and he may leave any minute. You know I told you he's in business now in New York."

      "Yes, it seems funny, doesn't it? I never could imagine your father in business. What do you suppose made him do that?"

      "Restlessness, I think, and the fact that he can't ride any more. Besides, he told me the ranch doesn't pay, so I guess he has to try something else."

      "Well, if you will have airplanes, and expensive courses – " teased Louise.

      "Oh, but just wait! We'll be ten-thousand-dollar-a-year women when we finish our education, Lou. It's going to be a good investment."

      "I certainly hope so… Well, so long. I'll call you up tomorrow and we'll go shopping for our overalls."

      Linda drove off, and arrived just in time for dinner. Her aunt, it seemed, had been impatiently awaiting her return, for she had learned from Linda's father that he had given his consent to the ground school course.

      "I simply can't understand you, Linda," she said when they were at the table. "When you could be having the time of your life this winter! With all the gayety here – and even this new flying club. Why you should want to go off to a school where you will have to mess up your hands with grease and machinery, and practically live in overalls, is beyond me."

      "I know, Aunt Emily – I guess I do seem queer. But to me it's just the only thing to do. There's something inside me that makes me feel as if nothing else is so important – for me." Her eyes shone with ardor.

      Mr. Carlton watched her admiringly.

      "There isn't anything so great in this world," he said slowly, "as a splendid enthusiasm – a purpose in life. If I were a fairy god-mother, and could give a child only one gift, it would be that. Emily, we should bow down before it in admiration, and thank Heaven that Linda is so different from most of the young people today – still in their teens and bored with life."

      "Oh, thank you, Daddy!" cried the girl. How wonderful it was to be understood!

      "But imagine having her away from home all winter!" moaned Miss Carlton. "Or do you think I should close this house and go and board in St. Louis?"

      "No, Emily, that won't be necessary," replied Mr. Carlton. "It would be a shame to take you away from your friends. Besides, Linda will have her Arrow. I see no reason why she shouldn't fly home every week-end, if she isn't too tired, or too busy."

      "Yes, that will be lots nicer," agreed Linda. "Because then we'll have real Thanksgiving and Christmas just the same as ever. Can you picture those holidays in a boarding-house?"

      Miss Carlton looked relieved, but she still disliked the whole idea. She raised another objection.

      "Think of Linda alone in a big city like St. Louis," she said. "She's too young – "

      "I'm eighteen now," Linda hastened to remind her. "I couldn't try to qualify for a transport license if I weren't. Besides, I won't be alone, and I won't be in a big city. The school is quite far out of St. Louis, and Louise expects to go with me."

      "Well, that is better, I must say," admitted her aunt, rather grudgingly.

      "And you could go out with the girls, Emily," suggested her brother, "and see that they are established in some nice home, with a motherly woman who will look after them. I think the Y. W. C. A.'s keep lists like that, of eminently respectable people, who need to take boarders."

      "That is a good idea."

      "Then it's all settled?" asked Linda, excitedly. "When can I start?"

      "Next week, I guess," replied her father. "If that is convenient to you, Emily."

      So, with no further opposition, Linda set herself to the pleasant task of getting ready. The next day she accompanied her father to the bank where he deposited the bonds in a safety-deposit box in her name, and opened an account for her. One of these thousand-dollar bonds she reluctantly turned over to Kitty, for although she liked the idea of a flying club for Spring City, she wondered whether she weren't helping to finance her rival on that trip from New York to Paris. But with Harry Smith on the finance committee, she felt somehow safe. He would not willingly allow the club to spend its money for such purposes.

      By the tenth of October, everything was in readiness, for Ted Mackay had secured application blanks and mailed them to the girls, and promised to be on hand when they arrived at the school. So, with their suit-cases stuffed with overalls and flyers' suits, they stepped into the Arrow and took off.

      The day was so lovely and the country