gave her hair a final touch and went straight to the terrace.

"How do you do?" said the surgeon coolly, as she took Fort's eagerly
outstretched hand. And again Billie was more interested in the man's
gray-leather flying suit, so well becoming his fine muscular
development, than in the conventional reply he made. Next moment
Mona's mother was saying:

"I have been trying to thank Mr. Fort for what he did yesterday. It
was a remarkably brave thing!"

"Indeed it was," declared Mona, with feeling. "And yet, try as I
might last night, I was unable to make him see that it was anything
out of the ordinary, mother."

"Why, of course," protested the athlete carelessly. "There was
nothing brave about it. One is not brave unless one is afraid; and I
wasn't afraid. I can take no credit for the thing."

"Do you mean," questioned Mona, "that you are never afraid?"

"Not when I am in the air."

There was silence for a minute, and again Billie used Mona's eyes to
good advantage. Fort was certainly a good-looking chap, although
slightly untidy in small items of his costume. He was the kind which
looks best when somewhat disheveled, anyhow. As to face--a large,
handsomely curved mouth, a slightly Roman nose, eyes as big as
Mona's and as blue as hers were brown. Decidedly, the man was worth
looking at, again and again. Most daredevils are sharp-featured;