Linda Carlton, Air Pilot
EDITH LAVELL
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(, Feb. 12, 2014)
A blue sports roadster, driven by a girl in a lovely crêpe suit of the same color, threaded its way through the traffic of Spring City's streets to the concrete road that led to the aviation field on the outskirts. Passing the city's limits, the car sped along under the easy assurance of its competent driver, whose eyes were bluer than its paint, deeper than the dress that she was wearing. They were shining now with happiness, for the end of this ride promised the most thrilling experience of her life. That afternoon Linda Carlton was to have her first flight in an airplane!She parked her car outside of the field and locked it cautiously. Jumping out, she fairly skipped inside the boundary.A tall, good-looking young man in a flier's suit came from one of the hangars to meet her."Miss Carlton?" he said, extending his hand."Yes—Mr. Mackay. You see I'm here—a little early, I expect. You haven't forgotten your promise?"His pleasant face darkened, and he looked doubtfully at the sky."I'm afraid it may rain, Miss Carlton. We've suspended pleasure trips for today. But perhaps tomorrow——""Oh, no!" she cried in deep disappointment, and the young man believed that her eyes grew moist. "I can't get away tomorrow, or any other day this week. You see I'm a senior at school, and I'm just rushed to death.""Well, that's too bad," he said, looking again at the sky. "And of course it may not rain after all. But orders are orders, you know."The girl looked down at the ground, probably, he thought, to hide the tears that would come to her eyes. She was so pretty, so serious, so anxious to go up. It evidently wasn't only a whim with her; she really wanted to fly—like Amelia Earhart, and Elinor Smith. How he hated to deny her!"Isn't there something you could do?" she finally asked. "Take me up as one of your friends—not as a visitor to the aviation field.... Why, Mr. Mackay, suppose your sister came to see you today, wouldn't you be allowed to take her up?""Yes," he replied, smiling. "But that would be on my responsibility, not the school's.""Then," she pleaded, and she was radiant again with enthusiasm, "couldn't I be your responsibility?"He nodded, won over to her wishes."If you put it that way, Miss Carlton, I can't refuse! But I'll have to take you in the plane I'm working on now—making some tests with—and it isn't the most reliable plane in the world. Not one we use to take visitors up in.""But if it's safe enough for you, it's safe enough for me. I'm satisfied."