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I didn't believe that a young boy could have as much taste as our son displayed in choosing that fan. And now it isn't here!" Then each tried to cheer the other up, but despite their best efforts it started in as a gloomy Christmas morning. The Prescotts, while not by any means poverty stricken, were yet in very moderate circumstances.
The Admiral came down in great indignation, thought these Prescotts had inveigled poor Henry, broke everything hastily off, and shipped him off to Canada to his brothers, George and John. They found some employment for him, but Susan and Bessie doubt whether they were very kind to him, and in a few years more he was in fresh scrapes, and with worse stains and questions of his integrity.
But I've a notion Prescott won't be strutting about with such lordly airs " "Prescotts? Lordly airs?" broke in Cadet Carter, grinning broadly. "Whew, but that would make a hit with the fellows! Why, Prescott is anything but a lordly chap. He's one of the most modest fellows in the corps. He had to be fairly dragged on to the eleven. He believed it would be better off without him."
Among these was the encounter with the old hermit, Peter Bell, who, through Peggy's agency, was restored to his brother, James Bell, the millionaire western mining man. James Bell became much interested in the Prescotts and their aeroplanes.
Whereupon Tom walked briskly over to the side street, just off Main Street, whereon stood the book store of Prescott, Senior, with the Prescotts' living rooms overhead. "Good evening, Mr. Prescott. Good evening, Mrs. Prescott," was Tom's greeting as he walked into the store. "Is Dick up yet?" "He went upstairs not more than two minutes ago," Mrs. Prescott replied. "He can't be asleep yet.
"Um er, I shall have to wait a while before I answer that," rejoined Peggy judicially. "Well, here's Jimsy; let's ask him," cried Roy, as a lad of his own age, accompanied by a slender, graceful girl, came down the aisle of the car and approached the section in which the two young Prescotts were sitting. "Jimsy Bancroft," demanded Roy, "we are now on the great Nevada desert, or on the edge of it.
"All is not lost yet, Mortlake, hey, hey, hey?" said the old man, laying a skinny, claw-like hand on the other's arm. "Why, to-night we'll put into execution a plan that will permanently put these young Prescotts out of it. Fanning knows what I mean. Hey?" He glanced up at his ill-favored son. "I know fast enough," said that young hopeful, "but it's a risky matter.
Soon most of the inhabitants who had survived the massacre and exile, were busily building new homes, some upon the cinders of the old, others upon their second division lands east of the rivers where they were less exposed to the stealthy incursions of their savage enemies. The two John Prescotts rebuilt the mills and dwelt there.
But, as the young officer says: "It was really the Girl Aviators' Sky Cruise, that won out for the Prescotts." And here, though only for a brief period, we must bid au revoir to our young friends. But we shall renew our acquaintance with them, and form some new friends, in the next volume of this series.
He was hoping against all common sense that the young Prescotts had not seen his mishap, or at least that they would pass on above him unnoticing.
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