The front seat?
How perfectly _ducky_ to ride home in an aeroplane! Oh, Johnny wants your goggles, Mr.Halliday." Mary V reached down quickly and lifted them off the irate aviator's head before he knew what she was after.

"Here they are, Johnny.

Sit down, and Mr.Halliday will crank up--or whatever you call it.

I'll send him right back, Mr.Halliday, just as quick as ever he can make the trip!" Mr.Halliday gave her a venomous glance, and a sneer which included them both.
"Ain't it a shame she ain't equipped with a self-starter ?" he fleered.
"You two look cute, settin' there; but I don't seem to see yuh making any quick getaway, at that." He spread his legs and stood arrogantly, arms folded, the sneer looking perfectly at home on his face.
"Don't be a darned boob!" Johnny snapped impatiently.

"Turn 'er over.
Miss Selmer wants me to pilot her home, and I'm going to tackle it.