telephoned to your home to Roy, Peggy, and he'll be over in a short time
with an auto."

"But what about the _Butterfly_?" asked Peggy.

"My dear girl," announced Jimsy, in his most pompous tones, "it would be
impossible for you to guide her home this evening. Your nerves would not
stand it. See, it's come out quite fine, now, after the storm, and Roy
will spin you home in the machine in no time."

"Perhaps that would be best," agreed Peggy. "And I can come out, or Roy
can, to-morrow, and get the aeroplane--that is," she added, turning to
the farm woman, "if it won't be in your way."

"If you had a thousand of them air-buggies around here, miss, they
wouldn't be in our way," came in a hearty, gruff tone from the door. They
looked up to see a big farmer-like looking person, with a fringe of black
whiskers running under his chin in a half-moon, standing there.

"This is my husband, Isaac Galloway," said the woman, introducing the
owner of the farm.

"At your service, gents and ladies," said the farmer. "What that young
woman did fer us ter-day ther' ain't no way of repaying; but anything Ike
Galloway kin do any time ye kin count on him fer."

He moved toward an object they had not previously noticed, an iron door in
the wall. Turning a knob this way and that, he presently flung it open,
revealing the inside of a wall safe. Thrusting his hand inside, he drew
out a bundle of bills. Then, closing the door again, and adjusting the