The Girl Aviators' Motor Butterfly by Margaret Burnham
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exclaimed Jess Bancroft, clapping her hands. "Peggy, you're nothing
if not original." "Well, there are automobile tours and sailing trips, and driving parties--" "And railroad journeys and mountain tramps--" interrupted Jess, laughing. "Yes, and there are wonderful, long-distance migrations of birds, so why not a cross-country flight of motor butterflies?" "It would be splendid fun," agreed Jess eagerly; "we could take the _Golden Butterfly_ and the _Red Dragon_ and----" "Don't forget that Bess Marshall has a small monoplane, too, now. I guess she would go in with us." "Not a doubt of it. Let's go and find the boys and see what they say to it." "No need to go after them, here they come now." As the golden-haired Peggy spoke, two good-looking youths came round the corner of the old-fashioned house at Sandy Bay, Long Island, where the two young Prescotts made their home with their maiden aunt, Miss Sally Prescott. One of the lads was Roy Prescott, Peggy's brother, and the other was Jimsy Bancroft. "Well, girls, what's up now?" inquired Roy, as both girls sprang to their feet, their faces flushed and eyes shining. "Oh, nothing particular," rejoined Peggy, with assumed indifference, |
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