"More than likely, if the _Golden Butterfly_ is doing her best," was
the rejoinder.
Ten minutes later the two machines were racing back to Meadville at
almost top speed. Of course the speedy _Golden Butterfly_ won, but then
a vehicle of the air does not have to contend with the obstacles that a
land conveyance does.
They found Miss Prescott almost on the verge of hysterics. A garbled
version of the events of the night had been brought to her and this,
coupled with the long absence of the three young folks, had made her
extremely nervous.
"I declare, it seems as if you just can't keep out of trouble," she
said.
"Well, it actually does seem so, I admit," confessed Peggy; "but we
promise to be very good for the rest of the trip."
"And never trouble trouble till trouble troubles us," chanted Jimsy
airily.
"That's all very well, but you keep me continually in suspense as to
what you'll do next," almost wailed Miss Prescott. "We set out for a
quiet trip and encounter nothing but troubles--"
"Adventures, Aunt Sally," laughingly corrected Roy; "what is life
without adventures?"
"Well, I'm sure I don't know what young people are coming to," sighed
Miss Prescott with resignation.
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