Cliff drove with an effortless skill which filled Johnny with envy.

Some day--well, a car like this wouldn't be so bad.

And if the job held out long enough-- Why, good golly, think of it! And Mary V thought he couldn't make any money with his airplane.

Wanted him to go to work for her dad--think of that! Thinking of it; he tried to silence the qualms.

Tried to reassure himself with Cliff's very evident sincerity, his easy assurance that all would be well.