"But we've been simply crazy, worrying about you and thinking all kinds of horrible things, and--" "Well, but I'm all right, you see, so you don't need to worry any more.
I was all right all the time, if you had only known it.

You don't want to let that give you a prejudice against flying.

It's just as safe as riding bronks." "It--it isn't the safeness." Mary V choked back a sob and wiped her eyes.

"But you don't seem to take it seriously at all!" "Now, you know I do! It's the most serious thing in my whole life---except you, of course.

And you know--" "I don't mean that!" Mary Y gave a small stamp with her slipper toe on the porch floor, thereby proving how swiftly her resilient young self was coming back to a normal condition after the strain of the past forty-eight hours.