"She had just about reached the end of her strength to-day." "But she'll win the prize, I hope," continued David.
"We are all sure of it," answered Grace, in emphatic tones.
David opened the door into his own private quarters, which consisted of a large workroom with a laboratory attached, where he had once worked on chemical experiments until he had become interested in flying machines.
"Here they are," he exclaimed, walking over to a large table in the workroom.

"I have three models, you see, and each one works a little better than the other.

This last one, I believe, will do the business." He pointed to a graceful little aeroplane made of bamboo sticks and rice paper.
"Isn't it sweet ?" exclaimed the girls in unison.
"And it has a name, too," continued David unabashed.

"I've called her 'Anne,' because, while she's such a small, unpretentious-looking little craft, she can soar to such heights.

There is not room here to show you how good she is, but we'll have another gymnasium seance some day soon, Anne must come and see her namesake." "There!" cried Grace in a tone of annoyance.