aviation camp there.

"Oh, it's true!" she declared, emphatically. "Father has known
that the Army people have been thinking of it for some time, but it
was really decided and the leases signed only last Saturday. They
will begin building the barracks and the buildings--the--oh, what
do they call those big sheds they keep the aeroplanes in?"

"The hangars," said Winslow, promptly.

"Yes, that's it. They will begin building those right away." She
paused and looked at him curiously. "How did you know they called
them hangars, Jed?" she asked.

"Eh? . . . Oh, I've read about 'em in the newspapers, that's
all. . . . H-u-u-m. . . . So we'll have aeroplanes flyin' around
here pretty soon, I suppose. Well, well!"

"Yes. And there'll be lots and lots of the flying men--the what-
do-you-call-'ems--aviators, and officers in uniform--and all sorts.
What fun! I'm just crazy about uniforms!"

Her eyes snapped. Jed, in his quiet way, seemed excited, too. He
was gazing absently out of the window as if he saw, in fancy, a
procession of aircraft flying over Orham flats.

"They'll be flyin' up out there," he said, musingly. "And I'll see
'em--I will. Sho!"

Miss Hunniwell regarded him mischievously. "Jed," she asked,