"An airplane using our very dooryard for a flying field, mommie! Times are certainly changing." Mary V bit her lip and blinked very fast while she watched the plane go circling up and up, the motor droning its monotonous song like a hive of honey bees at work.

It was pure madness for Johnny to attempt flying so soon again.

He would be killed; anything could happen that was terrible.

She shut her eyes for a minute, trying to rout a swift vision of Johnny crumpled down limp in the pilot's seat as she had seen him that day--nearly a month ago--with Bland, white-faced and helpless, walking aimlessly around the crippled plane, so sure Johnny was dead that he would not touch him to find out.

If anything like that should happen again, Mary V believed that she would go crazy.