Peggy deftly attached weights--spare bolts from the tool
locker--to each of the cards, and then, snatching up a megaphone, she
hailed the uniformed figures on the bridge of the great vessel below them.
"Will you be good enough to mail some letters for us?"
"With pleasure!" came the reply in a big, bellowing British voice, from
one of the stalwart figures beneath.
"All right; Roy, come down as low as you dare," cried Peggy, catching her
bundle of "mail."
Roy threw over a couple of levers and turned a valve. Instantly the
_Golden Butterfly_ began to drop in long, beautiful arc. She shot by above
the liner's bridge at a height of not more than fifteen feet. At the
correct moment Peggy dropped the weighted bundle overboard, and had the
satisfaction of seeing one of the officers catch it. The gallant officers,
now realizing for the first time that a girl--and a pretty one--was one
of the passengers of the big aeroplane, waved their hats and bowed
profoundly.
And Peggy--what would Aunt Sallie have said!--Peggy blew them a kiss. But
then, as she told Jess later:
"I was in an aeroplane, my dear--a sort of an unattainable possibility, in
fact."
In the meantime, Mortlake, in the _Silver Cobweb_, had been duly mystified
as to what the _Golden Butterfly_ was about when she swooped downward on
the steamer.
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