Long before dawn, David went again to the control room, where he found Mr. Hammond reading the log. “We passed over Berlin at three-thirty, David,” he remarked. “If air conditions remain good, and we continue making seventy-five miles an hour, I think we can make up some of our lost time today.” “I’m sure of it,” replied David, “especially if the wind stays with us.” Monday dawned. It was a glorious soul-shaking dawn that appeared from nowhere, and without warning drowned the ship in splendor. As David watched, Dulcie came quietly to his side. “Look, Davie!” she said. “See all those banners of gorgeous color. Don’t they look like endless lengths of silk, waving and billowing? And there are little silver ribbons, and all those chiffon clouds. See over there that deep orange and lavender, shading into rose and blue.” “I’ll drop down,” said David. “Perhaps the earth is all dressed up, too.” Slowly the Moonbeam lost altitude, sinking gently through the riot of color. “Very dressy indeed,” Dulcie commented, as they gazed down at the ordered luxuriance. “Funny everything over here looks like it had a clean white collar on. Even the woods. And see those farms. See the people waving. I suppose they are shouting, too.” “Look, there’s one little speck running for the house,” cried Dulcie. “I’ll bet they have a telephone, and he’s gone to tell the neighbors in the next village about us. See, there is a group of houses away ahead.” “Quite a little settlement. By George, you are right! Look in the square. See them come? I am going down a bit closer.” They watched, and Dulcie waved madly. Below, the little toy people waved their arms and hats. Even aprons were torn off and brandished. A fat old man bowled about, waving and bowing with an air of authority easily discernible to the amused watchers above. As the ship passed on, children and dogs followed in a losing race. “Wasn’t that fun?” said Dulcie. “You are nice, Davie. It is so understanding of you to know how they feel. That is the thrill that comes once in a lifetime for a lot of those people. And they wanted us to know how glad they were to see us.” “Of course they did, and now they are telephoning ahead to other villages, and getting no end of a kick out of us. I will sail as low as I can, so they can see us plainly. They’ll be watching for us all along the way. Do you know, miss, that it is time for breakfast? Where do you suppose the commander is?” “I’ll get him,” said Dulcie, “and then we’ll eat.” She ran off as Van Arden, giving intangible signs of just having eaten a good meal, came in to take his turn at the wheel.