"Tomorrow," said Mr. Temple in parting, "we'll all drive over to
church, and then in the afternoon you boys can go to work preparing
the airplane, and I'll lend a hand." Mr. Temple was chairman of the
Board of Trustees of an old ivy-covered church in a sleepy village
some miles away, and never let Sunday pass without attending divine
worship.
At dinner the talk was all of the prospective airplane flight to New
Mexico. The events of the day were told in detail to Mrs. Temple and
Della, Bob's sister. Della, who was an athletic girl of 16, declared
she wanted to go with them, but Bob answered rudely, as boys too often
speak to their sisters:
"Huh," he said, "you'd just get in the way."
Mrs. Temple made no objections to the proposed trip, but began
immediately to lay plans for filling the house with guests during
their absence. And in discussion of the details, Della was appeased.
"Say, Bob, why are you so rude to Della?" Frank queried later, in the
library, as they awaited Mr. Temple's coming to discuss preparations
for the flight.
"Huh, she's not your sister, Frank," said Bob. "Anyhow, I believe
you're sweet on her."
"No, I'm not," said Frank hotly, "but she's a good kid and you ought
to treat her better.
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