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Title: The Girl Aviators and the Phantom Airship

Author: Margaret Burnham

Release Date: September 1, 2010 [EBook #33605]

Language: English

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THE GIRL AVIATORS

AND

THE PHANTOM AIRSHIP

BY

MARGARET BURNHAM

M. A. DONOHUE & COMPANY

CHICAGO--NEW YORK

Made in U.S.A.

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The Girl Aviators and the Phantom Airship

CHAPTER I.

THE GOLDEN BUTTERFLY.

"Roy! Roy! where are you?"

Peggy Prescott came flying down the red-brick path, a rustling newspaper
clutched in her hand.

"Here I am, sis,--what's up?"

The door of a long, low shed at the farther end of the old-fashioned
garden opened as a clattering sound of hammering abruptly ceased. Roy
Prescott, a wavy-haired, blue-eyed lad of seventeen, or thereabouts,
stood in the portal. He looked very business-like in his khaki trousers,
blue shirt and rolled up sleeves. In his hand was a shiny hammer.

Peggy, quite regardless of a big, black smudge on her brother's face,
threw her arms around his neck in one of her "bear hugs," while Roy,
boy-like, wriggled in her clasp as best he could.

"Now, just look here," cried Peggy, quite out of breath with her own
vehemence. She flourished the paper under his nose and, imitating the
traditional voice of a town crier, announced:

"Hear ye! Hear ye! Hear ye! Roy Prescott or any of the ambitious
aviators--now is your chance! Great news from the front! Third and last
call!"

"You've got auctioneering, the Supreme Court and war times, mixed up a
bit, haven't you?" asked Roy with masculine condescension, but gazing
fondly at his vivacious sister nevertheless.

Peggy made a little face and then thrust forth the paper for his
examination.

"Read that, you unenthusiastic person," she demanded, "and then tell me
if you don't think that Miss Margaret Prescott has good reason to feel
s