"Thank you, just the same," murmured Mary. "I'm not quite sure
that it was all your fault. But if you will be so good as to send
a man after my machine I'll go back with Mr. Swift. Wait until I
get my bag," she added, and she extracted it from the seat in her
automobile. "There'll be room for this, won't there?" she asked.
"I've been shopping."
"You must have made some large purchases," laughed Tom, looking
critically at the small bag. "Yes, there'll be room for that, all
right."
He made a brief examination of Mary's machine, ascertaining
that the dished wheel was the main damage, and then, having given
the young man who caused the accident directions for the garage
attendant, Tom led his pretty companion across the field to the
waiting airship.
Of course a crowd gathered to see them start off, and this was
not long delayed, as Tom was not fond of curiosity seekers. In a
few minutes he and Mary were soaring aloft.
"Well, how are you?" he asked Mary, when they were alone well
above the earth.
"Fine and dandy," she answered, smiling at him, for they were
riding side by side and could converse with little difficulty
owing to the silent running of Tom's latest invention.
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