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In an instant Tom pulled a blank sheet over his mass of figures
and looked up, a sudden fear coming over him that another spy was
at hand. But a hearty voice reassured him.
"Bless my rice pudding!" cried Mr. Damon, "you shut yourself up
here, Tom, like a hermit in the mountains. Why don't you come out
and enjoy life?"
"Hello! Glad to see you!" cried Tom, joyfully. "You're just in
time!"
"Time for what--dinner?" asked the eccentric man, with a
chuckle. "If so, my reference to rice pudding was very proper."
"Why, yes, I imagine there must be a dinner in prospect
somewhere, Mr. Damon," said Tom with a smile. "We'll have to see
Mrs. Baggert about that. But what I meant was that you're just in
time to have a ride with me, if you want to go."
"Go where?"
"Oh, up in cloudland. I have just finished my first sample of a
silent motor, and I'm going to try it this evening. Would you
like to come along?"
"I would!" exclaimed Mr. Damon. "Bless my onion soup, Tom, but
I would! But why fly at night? Isn't it safer by daylight?"
"Oh, that doesn't make much difference.


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