othing, absolutely nothing, on which we can realize anything?"

Miss Prescott shook her head slowly.

"There is nothing we can do," she rejoined, sadly. "We shall have to
leave dear old Shadyside and the land will be cut up and sold to
strangers. Land which the first Prescott settled on and which has been in
the family ever since. Oh, dear!" and Miss Prescott, never the most
strong-minded of women, drew out her handkerchief and began to sniff
ominously. Peggy, looking bewitchingly pretty in a simple muslin frock,
wrinkled her forehead seriously.

"It can't--it simply can't be as bad as all that," she persisted. "We can
raise the money somehow."

"Five thousand dollars!" cried Miss Prescott.

"Phew! That is a lot of money," from Roy. But Peggy had jumped up from
her chair.

"The contest, Roy! The contest!" she was exclaiming. "We must write this
very day for particulars. If the Golden Butterfly can win that prize----"

"By Jove, sis, it's five thousand dollars, isn't it?" burst out Roy,
almost equally excited. "I'd forgotten all about it up till now. What an
idiot I am. If only----"

He stopped short suddenly, struck by a depressing thought. Probably there
were plenty of machines, most of them far better than the Golden
Butterfly, entered in the contest which they had read about. His
enthusiasm died away--as was the way with Roy--almost as quickly as it
had flamed up.

But Peggy would not hear of hesitation. She made Roy sit down that very
night and write to the committee in charge of the Higgins' prize. Under
her brave, independent urgings things began to look brighter. It was a
fairly cheerful party that sat down to a simple supper that evening.

"Oh, dear," sighed Peggy, in the course of the meal, "if only I knew some
one who needed a bright young woman to run an aeroplane, how I'd jump at
the job."

"You ought to get a high salary at it anyhow," rather dolefully joked Roy.

"And make a high jump, too," laughed Peggy; "but seriously, auntie, I can
run the Butterfly almost as well as Roy. Mr. Homer said so before he
left. He said: 'Well, Miss Prescott, I've taught you all I know about an
aeroplane. The rest lies with you, of course.'" Peggy went on modestly:
"I could run an auto before. I learned on the one that Jess had at
school, so it really wasn't hard to get to understand the engine. Don't
you think I'm almost as good a--" Peggy paused for a word--"a--sky
pilot!" she cried triumphantly, "as good a sk