Failing to find her there, he retraced his steps to the plane--and found her almost under the wing, lying prostrate in the muddy water of the field, unconscious and exhausted from her struggle with the elements of Nature. He picked her up gently and carried her to where an ambulance was waiting. In the ambulance, with Nick and Doctor Matthies riding by her side, she opened her eyes and looked vaguely around her. She recognized them both presently; then her gaze wandered out the window of the car. At last she looked back at them. “We made it, didn’t we?” she asked weakly. “Will--will Daddy get all right?” Doctor Matthies patted her hand. “He’ll be all right,” he said softly. “He’s better now--he’s at the hospital.” She was silent again for several minutes, and then smiled wanly. “I’m sorry I fell off--I didn’t know what happened--I was so cold. If Papa just gets well--” “Try to sleep now,” said the Doctor. “You can see him in the morning.” “I knew he would get well--if I could just stay out there on that wing.... I’m sure he will--now....” And a moment later, to Nick: “Sometime, when you’re not too busy, could I take a ride with you--_inside_ your airplane?” [Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the June 1929 issue of The Blue Book Magazine.]