"Chocolates!" cried Jimsy.
"It _was_ chocolates," corrected Peggy reproachfully.
"And yet shall be," declared Jimsy, producing from some mysterious
place in a long auto coat another box, beribboned and decorated like
the first.
"Jimsy, you're an angel!" cried both girls at once.
"So I've been told before," responded the imperturbable Jimsy, "but
I never really believed it till now."
Peggy rewarded him for the compliment by popping a chocolate into his
mouth.
Gravely munching it, Jimsy proceeded to interrogation.
"And how did you solve the problem of what to do with the rest of the
summer?" he asked.
For answer Peggy pointed to the sky, a delicate blue dome flecked with
tiny cloudlets like cherub's wings.
"By circling way up yonder in the cloudfields," she laughed.
"But that's no novelty," objected Roy, "we've been up 5,000 feet
already, and----" "But we're talking about a tour through cloudland,"
burst out Jess, unable to retain the secret any longer, "a sort of
Cook's tour above the earth."
"Wow!" gasped both boys.
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