Linda Carlton's Ocean Flight

"My girl, you are in perfect physical condition," announced pleasant-faced Dr. Ginsley, who had served as the Carlton family physician for years. "I can't picture anybody in more radiant health." "I thought so," smiled Linda Carlton, the pretty aviatrix who had been flying her Arrow biplane for the last three months. "But Aunt Emily wanted to make sure, before I go any further with aviation." "Yes, of course, she's right. And what are you planning now?" "A thorough course at a good ground school, so that I can get a transport license-that ranks the highest, you know. I-I haven't decided on any particular school yet, because Aunt Emily still opposes the idea. She wants me to have a coming-out party instead, like the other girls in Spring City. So I'm waiting for Daddy to come home." "And if I'm a judge your daddy will let you go to the school," said the doctor admiringly. "I heard all about how you saved his life with your plane!" "Oh, no!" protested Linda, modestly. "It was that wonderful surgeon-Dr. Lineaweaver-who did that. I was merely lucky enough to be able to get him in time."