And every one knows that girls take notions with very little reason for the foundation.

Bland was a bum, but the little cuss seemed to want to make good, and a man would be pretty poor stuff that wouldn't help a fellow reform.
With that comfortable readjustment of his mental attitude toward the birdman, Johnny strapped himself in, pulled down his goggles while Bland eased in the motor.

He saw Bland glance to right and left with the old vigilance.

He felt the testing of controls, the unconscious tensing of nerves for the start.

They raced down the calf pasture, nosed upward and went whirring away from a dwindling earth, straight toward the heart of the dawn.
It was like drinking of some heady wine that blurs one's troubles and pushes them far down over the horizon.