Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net OUT OF THE AIR BY INEZ HAYNES IRWIN GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS--NEW YORK Made in the United States of America COPYRIGHT, 1920, 1921, BY METROPOLITAN PUBLICATIONS, INC. COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY HARCOURT, BRACE AND COMPANY, INC. TO BILLY AND PHYLLIS OUT OF THE AIR I "... so I'll answer your questions in the order you ask them. No, I don't want ever to fly again. My last pay-hop was two Saturdays ago and I got my discharge papers yesterday. God willing, I'll never again ride anything more dangerous than a velocipede. I'm now a respectable American citizen, and for the future I'm going to confine my locomotion to the well-known earth. Get that, Spink Sparrel! The earth! In fact...." David Lindsay suddenly looked up from his typewriting. Under his window, Washington Square simmered in the premature heat of an early June day. But he did not even glance in that direction. Instead, his eyes sought the doorway leading from the front room to the back of the apartment. Apparently he was not seeking inspiration; it was as though he had been suddenly jerked out of himself. After an absent second, his eye sank to the page and the brisk clatter of his machine began again. "... after the woman you recommended, Mrs. Whatever-her-name-is, shoveled off a few tons of dust. It's great! It's the key house of New York, isn't it? And when you look right through the Arch straight up Fifth Avenue, you feel as though you owned the whole town. And what an air all this chaste antique New England stuff gives it! Who'd ever thought you'd turn out--you big rough-neck you--to be a collector of antiques? Not that I haven't fallen myself for the sailor's chest and the butterfly table and the glass lamps. I actually salaam to that sampler. And these furnishings seem especially appropriate when I remember that Jeffrey Lewis lived here once. You don't know how much that adds to the connotation of this place." Again--but absently--Lindsay looked up. And again, ignoring Washington Square, which offered an effect as of a formal garden to the long pink-red palace on its north side--plumy treetops, geometrical grass areas, weaving paths; elegant little summer-houses--his gaze went with a seeking look to the doorway.