And when the train bore them away they watched the returning aerial
escort until there was nothing visible but four tiny dots against the
blue heaven.
"Oh, mother," exclaimed Wren, "they look no bigger than butterflies
now!"
And the Girl Aviators, flying every moment higher and farther on the
powerful wings of the _Golden Butterfly_ and the delicate plane of the
dainty _Dart_, looked back at the train crawling like a humble insect
in the valley below and gloried in their untrammeled flight. As they
followed Roy and Jimsy in an irregular procession through the air,
their thoughts flew ahead, outdistancing the biplane and the _Red
Dragon_ and speeding confidently toward the happy realizations of
the future.
Miss Prescott, watching from the home of Mr. Parker for their return,
also dreamed dreams and saw visions, and in them her "dear children"
were fulfilling the bright prophecies of the present. She saw them
stronger because of adversity, braver because of success, and ennobled
by all their experiences; and she deemed herself happy in her capacity
of chaperon to the Girl Aviators.
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