There was a rudder in front and another behind, and in the centre was a broad cane seat, with a steering wheel, and several levers for controlling the craft.
Back of the seat was the engine, lightly built but powerful, and above was a good-sized tank of gasoline.

The framework of the biplane was of bamboo, held together by stays of piano wire, and the planes themselves were of canvas, especially prepared so as to be almost if not quite air proof.

All told, the machine was a fine one, thoroughly up-to-date, and had cost considerable money.
"We'll have to get a name for this machine," remarked Tom.

"Have you any in mind ?" "Well, I--er--thought we might call her the--er----" And then his big brother stopped short and grew slightly red in the face.
"I'll bet an apple you were going to say _Dora_," cried Tom quickly.
"Humph," murmured Dick.

"Maybe you were going to suggest _Nellie_." "No, I wasn't," returned Tom, and now he got a little red also.