The Girl Aviators' Motor Butterfly

er and lovelier!" exclaimed Jess Bancroft, clapping

ps, and driving parties-" "And railroad journeys

ance migrations of birds, so why not a c

lden Butterfly and the Red Dragon and--" "Don't forget that Bess Marsh

go and find the boys and

after them, her

use at Sandy Bay, Long Island, where the two young Prescotts made their home with their maiden aunt, Mi

Roy, as both girls sprang to their feet

med indifference, "except that we've just solved th

and indulge in ice-cream sodas and

th century has left all that far behind her," was Jess's Parthian

lding up a dainty cardboard box, an

tes!" cr

s," corrected Peg

om some mysterious place in a long auto coat ano

angel!" cried bo

ed the imperturbable Jimsy, "but I

e compliment by popping a

t, Jimsy proceeded

oblem of what to do with the

, a delicate blue dome flecked with

yonder in the cloudf

d--" "But we're talking about a tour through cloudland," burst out Jess, una

"in that or about you two. And, incidentally, just read this

a letter closely written in an old-fa

ssibly you will hardly recall him. This has, in a great measure, been his own fault as, si

read in the papers of your wonderful flying feats in Nevada it struck me that you and yo

t of the month, and you might care to participate in them. Of course I e

fectiona

es P

le, North

rs exchanged delighted glances. As if by magic here was an

," declared Jimsy glowingly; "consider

e," said Jess, shaking her black loc

y affectionately, "the Girl

hine had come to a halt on the lawn, alighting as lightly as wind-blown gossamer. In the machine was seated a pretty girl of about Peggy's age, though rather stouter. In harmony with the color of the machine she d

ily adjourned and ran to welcome her, "how's that fo

gy, embracing her; "the Dart is the prettie

. He said that no daughter of his should ever go up in an a?roplane, much less drive one. It wasn't till I got

the steering wheel of the little mo

ly very far," commented Roy teasingly,

to know that the Dart could fly just as far and

th Carolina with us you'd have an opportun

lina? What do you mea

even day-

r gentle face wreathed in s

hat is all this? Adjourn your discussio

with its clustering roses and green-shuttered casements, let us relate a little mor

y vicissitudes had built a fine monoplane, the Golden Butterfly, with which he had won a big money prize, besides encountering a series of extraordinary a?rial adventures. In these Peggy participated, and on more

er all, a fellow's sisters can be splendid companions in fun and hardship. An exciting race with an express train, and the adventure of the "Human Coyote," provided stirring times in this story, which also related the queer antics of Professor Wandering William, an odd ch

ear to the Prescotts' less pretentious dwelling. Since we last met Jess and Jimsy their father had allowed them to purchase an a?roplane known as the White Flier. It was in

cimen of an American girl. Light-hearted, wholesome and devoted to all sorts of sports,

have not already met them, we will proceed to see how Miss Prescott recei