Chapter 59

"He told me before we went up, you know. Of course, when you're flying you can't hear anything but the racket of the propeller. It goes roaring through you till your bones buzz, and the very ends of your teeth hum. So the other man has to yell at you through a trumpet, or write to you on bits of paper, unless he's switched off the engine for diving, and then you don't feel like talking--that's if you're a beginner, you know.... But man alive! it's splendid. You must try it, Pat!" She declared, laughingly: "Whil…