The Girl Aviators' Motor Butterfly by Margaret Burnham
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me a 'flying trip,' making the excursion via aƫroplane.
"We are to have some flying contests in Marysville during the latter part of the month, and you might care to participate in them. Of course I expect your Aunt Sallie to accompany you. Hoping sincerely to see you, I am "Your affectionate uncle, "James Parker. "Marysville, North Carolina." As Roy concluded the reading the quartet of merry youngsters exchanged delighted glances. As if by magic here was an objective point descried for their projected motor flight. "Well, that's what I call modern magic," declared Jimsy glowingly; "consider me as having accepted the invitation." "Accepting likewise for me, of course," said Jess, shaking her black locks and blinking round, expectant eyes. "Of course," struck in Peggy affectionately, "the Girl Aviators cannot be parted." Just at this moment came a whirring sound from high in the air above them. Looking up, they saw a dainty green monoplane, with widespread wings and whirring propeller, descending to earth. An instant later the machine had come to a halt on the lawn, alighting as lightly as wind-blown gossamer. In the machine was seated a pretty girl of about |
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