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"No, not broken. It's only a little auxiliary dingus I put on
to make it easier to read the barograph, but I think I'll go back
to the old system. Nothing to do with flying at all, except to
tell how high up one is."
"That's just what I don't care to know, Tom," said Mary Nestor,
with a smile. "If I could imagine I was sailing along only about
ten feet in the air I wouldn't mind so much."
"Flying at that height would be the worst sort of danger. You
leave it to me, Mary. I won't take you up above the clouds on
this sky ride; though, later, I'm sure you'll want to try that.
This is only a little flight. You've been promising long enough
to take a trip with me, and now I believe you're trying to back
out."
"No, really I'm not, Tom! Only, at the last minute, the machine
looks so small and frail, and the sky is so--big--"
She glanced up and seemed to shiver just a trifle.
"Don't be thinking of those things, Mary!" laughed Tom Swift.
"Trot along and get ready. The motor never worked better, and we
may break a few speed records this morning.


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