And then another yell that for pure joy beat anything ever heard.
"'It flies!' screamed Professor Ansel Hobart Whiskers Dixland, from his bedroom window.

'At last! At last! It FLIES!' "It took Nate some few minutes to paw his way back through the shed loft and the ell over the things him and Gus knocked down on the fust lap, until he got to his room where the trouble had started.

Then he went down to the kitchen and outdoor.
"Olivia, a heavenly sort of look on her face, was standin' in the moonlight, with her hands clasped, lookin' up at the sky.
"'It flies!' says she, in a kind of whisper over and over again.

'Oh! it FLIES!' "Alongside of her was old Dixland, wrapped in a bedquilt, forgettin' all about sprains and lameness; and he likewise was staring at the sky and sayin' over and over: "'It flies! It really FLIES!' "And Nate looked up, and there, scootin' around in circles, now up high and now down low, tippin' this way and tippin' that, was that aeroplane.
And in the stillness you could hear the buzz of the motor and the yells of Augustus.
"Down flopped Scudder in the sand.

'Great land of love,' he says, 'it FLIES!' "Well, for five minutes or so they watched that thing swoop and duck and sail up there overhead.