As she spoke, she saw a piece of weighted paper fall from the plane. It struck the sidewalk a short distance away and before she could recover from her surprise, Jake had rushed to pick it up. “Here you are, Miss Doris,” he said, handing it to her. “I ’spects it’s a love note.” “If it is, it’s certainly a new way to get one!” Doris laughed. Trying not to show her excitement, she quickly scanned the message. It read: “Will stop in Saturday morning and take you to the big aviation meet in my roadster. Dave.” The monoplane continued to circle at a low altitude and Doris, upon reading the note, promptly waved her handkerchief in token of assent. She watched until the plane had vanished toward the eastern horizon. “Well, what was the meaning of all that pantomime?” Uncle Ward asked with an amused twinkle. “Dave’s going to stop for me Saturday and take me to the aviation meet in his roadster. I’m thrilled to death! I was hoping he’d ask me, but I was afraid he wouldn’t!” “So? Well, I’m glad he said roadster and not airplane,” Wardell Force grunted. “I don’t want you to go flying around with any student aviator.” “Dave is nearly through his course now, Uncle Ward, and he’s considered the best of all those who are studying at the field.” “That’s fine. And now that the excitement is over, we can get back to that discussion we were having. Perhaps we had better step into the den.” Soberly, Doris followed her uncle into the house. She realized that the discussion was to center about money, and hoped that nothing would interfere with her plan to spend the summer with Kitty. Once they were settled in the comfortable den, she showed him the letter she had received from her chum. “It shouldn’t cost very much just to spend a few weeks at a camp,” she declared. “I’m sure it isn’t a very expensive one.” Wardell Force did not reply immediately, but sat looking at the rug. At last he said: “I don’t like to deny you anything, Doris, but I’m afraid you don’t understand just how matters stand. Your carfare to this camp would cost considerable and of course you would need clothes.” “Just knickers and sport things.” “But they all cost money, Doris—a great deal more than you realize.” “I thought my inheritance would cover everything.” “Your money has been going very fast, my dear,” her uncle told her gently. “Your schooling has cost a great deal, and only today I received a letter saying that the tuition was to be doubled. Your music, too, has made deep inroads into your little fortune.” “I had no idea it was as bad as that,” Doris said soberly. “I suppose I could give up boarding school and my music lessons—though I’d rather go to work than stop my singing.” “I can’t let you give up your school or your music either, Dory. And I frankly admit, I hate to see you go into an office. You are much too young. You should have your good times now.” “But if I haven’t any money—”