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The other airship was. The broken plane gave no support on that side, and as the motor still raced on, whirling the big propellers, the Larabee, unevenly balanced, in spite of the mercury stabilizers, tilted to one side. Then, a hopeless wreck, she turned over and plunged downward toward the earth. Her race was over. For a moment those aboard Dick's airship uttered not a sound.
"Well, how do, Shandon?" said Mrs. Larabee, cheerfully. Then her eyes fell on the child, and she gave a dramatic start. "Never you tell me this is Danny!" said she, sure of her ground now. "Well, you old buster you! He's IMMENSE, ain't he, Shandon?" "Isn't he?" stammered Shandon, nervously. "He's about the biggest feller for nine months I ever saw," said Mrs. Larabee, generously.
Awful easy for babies to ketch cold this weather. Of all the loitering curious men and women at doors and windows and in the street, Johnnie was the only one who dared speak to her to-day. Mrs. Larabee was dressed in the overalls and jersey that simplified both the dressing and the labor of busy Monday mornings; her sleek black hair arranged fashionably in a "turban swirl."
"Who is Uncle Ezra Larabee?" asked the lieutenant, curiously. "A relative of mine," answered Dick. "Rather 'close' as regards money." "Is he rich?" "Yes, quite wealthy, but you'd never know it. He lives in Dankville, and he and my dog Grit never can get along together. He hates Grit and I guess Grit doesn't love him. But shall we try to get this machine out of the shed?"
"I calkerlate Lieutenant Larson knows as much about building airships as you boys do." "Larson!" cried Dick. "Is he here?" "He certainly is, and he's working hard on my craft. I'm going to be an aviator, and win that twenty-thousand-dollar government prize!" Mr. Larabee said, as though it were a certainty. "Whew!" whistled Dick. "Then we'll be rivals, Uncle Ezra." "Humph!
How Aunt Samantha managed to get to sleep again she never knew. But she did, though her rest was marred by visions of airships and balloons turning upside down and spilling Mr. Larabee all over the landscape. Mrs. Larabee renewed her objections in the morning, but her husband was firm. He had decided to have an airship built to compete for the big prize, and Larson was going to do the work.
"I say he shall, and I don't want you boys t' let him take his contraption away until he forks over ten dollars." "It ain't worth nigh that sum," began Mr. Larabee. "I'll never " "I think, perhaps, you had better pay it to avoid trouble," said the lieutenant. "He has some claim on us." "Oh, dear!" groaned Uncle Ezra. "More money! This airship business will ruin me. Ten dollars!"
He did not even say it was wasteful, when Dick told him how much she cost. "I know airships are terrible expensive terrible!" said Mr. Larabee, as he looked at the note-book in which he had jotted down every item of money paid for his own. That Larson had wasted money, and used much of what was given him for his own purposes was very evident. But it was too late to think of that now.
"But can't you get the money any easier way?" she wanted to know. "How, I'd like to know? All I got to do to get this, is to get an airship to fly from New York to San Francisco." "Why Ezra Larabee!" she exclaimed. "Now I'm sure you're not right in your head. You'll have the doctor in the mornin'." "Oh, no, I won't!" he declared. "Don't catch me wasting any money on doctors. I'm all right."
Johnnie Larabee came downstairs with Grandpa and Grandma Arnold, and Rosamund Dinwoodie at the piano said audibly, "Now, Johnnie?" There was expectant silence in the parlors. The whole house was so silent in that waiting moment that the sound of sudden feet on the porch and the rough opening of the hall door were a startlingly loud interruption.
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