pride-flushed

Updated: May 28, 2025

Before the report of the pistol had died out, the yellow-winged Dragonfly soared upward from Paul's hand and darted like a streak across the red tape, clearing it at the highest altitude yet achieved by any of the models. "Hurrah!" yelled the crowd. On and on sped the little Bleriot, while Paul watched it with pride-flushed cheeks.

John Henry Goldfrap - The Boy Scouts of the Eagle Patrol