"
"I don' know, but dat's what Marse Parker says."
"Den he's been grocersly imposed upon by somebody. Ain't likely dat ef
de Lawd had meant us ter fly he'd have give us wings, wouldn't he?"
"Go 'long, now, Don' flossyfying roun' hyar. You git out an' hoe dat
cohn. Look libely, now. You git it done fo' dinner or dere'll be
trouble."
Uncle Jupe shuffled out of the kitchen, but in a minute he came rushing
back.
"Wha' de matter?" demanded his wife, noticing his wildly staring eyes
and open mouth; "you gone fool crazy?"
"M-m-m-m-mandy, it's true! It's true!" gasped Uncle Jupe.
"Wha's true,--dat you all's crazy?"
"Yes--no, it's 'bout dem flyin' things. Dey's comin'. Come and look wid
your own eyes."
Mandy shuffled out. There, sure enough, coming toward them, was a flock
of what at first sight appeared to be immense birds. But it was the
young sky cruisers nearing their destination.
On the porch Mr. Parker stood up and waved his newspaper. Ten minutes
later the aeroplanes came to earth in the smooth front lawn, while Uncle
Jupe restrained a strong inclination to run away.
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