ance, "and Ned and I will have a speedy spin this afternoon."
"Oh, you reckless boys! Risking your lives in those aeroplanes!" exclaimed Mrs. Baggert.
"Why, they're safer than street cars!" declared Tom with a laugh. "Just think how often street cars collide, and you never heard of an aeroplane doing that."
"No, but think what happens when they fall."
"That's it!" cried Tom gaily, "when they fall you don't have time to think. But is dinner ready? I'm hungry."
"Never saw you when you weren't," commented the housekeeper laughing. "Yes, you can sit right down. We won't wait for your father. He said he'd be late as he wants to finish something about his gyroscope. I never did see such people as inventors for spoiling their meals," she added as she put the dinner on the table.
Mr. Swift came in before his son had finished.
"Was Andy Foger here to see me again?" he asked.
"No, why do you ask?" inquired Tom quickly.
"I just saw him out by the aeroplane shed, and"
Tom jumped up without another word, and hurried to where his sky racer rested on its bicycle wheels.
