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قراءة كتاب Dorothy Dixon Wins Her Wings
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Wins Her Wings,
BY
Dorothy Wayne
Author of
Dorothy Dixon and The Mystery Plant
Dorothy Dixon Solves the Conway Case
Dorothy Dixon and the Double Cousin
THE GOLDSMITH PUBLISHING COMPANY
CHICAGO
The Goldsmith Publishing Company
MADE IN U. S. A.
TO
My young sister
HILDA
I | Out of The Northeast |
II | Taxi! |
III | A Wild Ride |
IV | The First Hop |
V | Trouble |
VI | The Hold Up |
VII | Ground Trails |
VIII | Next Morning |
IX | Air Trails |
X | The Meeting |
XI | Follow the Leader |
XII | The House in the Hills |
XIII | Trapped |
XIV | The Doctor |
XV | Staten Island Sadie Has Her Way |
XVI | What Happened in the Wine Cellar |
XVII | The Loening |
Dorothy Dixon Wins Her Wings
Chapter I
OUT OF THE NORTHEAST
"Hi, there, young lady!"
"Hi, yourself,--what d'you want?"
At the water's edge, a girl of sixteen stopped in the act of launching a small skiff. She straightened her lithe figure and faced about, her brown hair blowing in the breeze, turning a pair of snapping grey eyes inquiringly upon the young man who walked down the beach toward her.
"Miss Dixon, isn't it?" asked the stranger, his deeply tanned features breaking into an engaging smile. "I'm not sure I recognized you at first in the bathing suit--"
"No matter how you were dressed I'm sure I wouldn't recognize you," returned Dorothy, shortly. "I've never laid eyes on you before--that's why."
The young man laughed. "Quite right," he said, "you haven't. But I happen to be a near neighbor of yours, and I've seen you."
"Up at New Canaan?"
"Yes. Dad has taken the Hawthorne place,--bought it in fact."
For a full minute the girl stared at this tall young man with the blonde hair and the jolly smile. Surprise left her speechless.
Then--"Why--why--" she gasped. "Y-you must be the famous Bill Bolton!"
"Bolton's the name, all right," he grinned. "But that famous stuff is the bunk."
Dorothy was herself again, and a little ashamed of her burst of feeling.
"But you are the aviator!" She went on, more calmly. "My father told me the other day that you and your father were coming to live across the road from us. And I don't mind telling you we're simply thrilled! You see, I've read about you in the papers--and I know all about the wonderful things you've done!"
"I'm afraid you've got an exaggerated idea--it was all in the day's work, you know," protested the blonde-headed young man, his eyebrows slanting quizzically, "I'm Bill Bolton, but I didn't barge in on you to talk about myself. You're starting out for a sail in that sloop that's moored over there, I take it?"
"Why, yes, I am. Want to come along?"
"Thanks a lot. I've got a business matter to attend to down here in a few minutes." He hesitated a moment, then--"I know it's none of my affair, but don't you think it's rather risky to go for a sail just now?"
Dorothy shrugged. "Oh, I don't know. There's a two reef breeze blowing out beyond the Point, but that's nothing to worry about. I've sailed all over Long Island Sound since I was a kid, and I've been out in worse blows than this, lots of times."
"Maybe," countered Bill. "Storm warnings were broadcast about an hour ago. We're in for a