it, and when you've been over the lawn a few times you'll be ready for a high flight. Come! There's no danger."
"I—I almost believe I will," she said hesitatingly. "Will you take me down when I want to come?"
"Of course," said Tom. "Get in, and we'll start."
The Humming-Bird was all ready for a trial flight, and Tom was glad of the chance to test it, especially with such a pretty passenger as was Miss Nestor.
"Bless my shoelaces!" cried Mr. Damon. "I can see where I am going to be cut out, Tom Swift. I'll not get many more rides with you now that Miss Nestor is taking to aeroplaning, you young rascal!" And he playfully shook his finger at Tom.
"Oh, I don't expect to get enthusiastic over it," said Miss Nestor, who, now that she had taken her place in one of the small seats under the engine, appeared as if she would be glad of the chance to change her mind. But she did not.
"Now, if you take me more than five feet up in the air, I'll never speak to you again, Tom Swift!" she exclaimed.
"Five feet it shall be, unless you yourself ask to go higher," was the youth's reply, as he winked
