And as the air is void of color and form, there is no
sensation of passing anything.
So Mary Nestor, as she shot into the air with Tom Swift, had a
sensation as though the earth were dropping from beneath her. For
a moment she felt as though she were in some vast void--floating
in space--and she had a great fear. Then she calmed herself. She
looked at Tom sitting in front of her. Of course, all she could
see was his back, but it looked to be a very sturdy back, indeed,
and he sat there in the aircraft as calmly as though in a chair
on the ground. Then Mary took courage, and ceased to grasp the
sides of the cockpit with a grip that stiffened all her muscles.
She was beginning to "find herself."
On and on, and up and up, went Mary and Tom, in this the girl's
first big sky ride. The earth below seemed farther and farther
away. The wide, green fields became little emerald squares, and
the houses like those in a toy Noah's ark.
Down below, Mr. Wakefield Damon, who had hurried over from his
home in Waterfield to see Tom Swift, gazed aloft at the fast
disappearing aeroplane and its passengers.
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