When Janey came out with a tiny basket of lunch Johnny had marked “Polly Ann” on both sides of the box. He had fastened the sail made from the old sheet to a stick and run a string through a screw-eye, so that the sail could be raised or lowered whenever they might wish. “Let’s see!” Johnny mused. “Have we everything we need?” “Well, here are the wings, the rudder, the ‘Start’ and ‘Stop’ spools and the sail,” Janey told him. “I think that is all, don’t you?” “All right, then, Sis! Put the lunch on one of the sails. No!” and Johnny hammered a nail on one side of the box, “hang the basket of lunch there and climb in. It’s going to be a tight squeeze for both of us. But it won’t take this Flying Machine long to get to Mars or Venus or the Moon, and we can get out and rest on some of the Stars if we get tired.” “Let’s go to the Moon first, and then to the Milky Way!” Janey cried. “All right, if you are ready!” Johnny agreed, as he sat in the bottom of the box, in front of Janey. “Hold your hat, Sis, for here she goes!” And Johnny turned one of the spools in the front of the box. “Oh! isn’t the view grand from up here, Johnny!” Janey cried. “See, there is Gran’ma’s house ’way down below, and we are getting closer to the Moon all the time!” “Those are queer birds flying by, Sis,” said Johnny, who could make believe any way he liked. “Can you make out what they are?” “Yes,” Janey answered, as she looked at the chickens in the yard, “they are Eagles. See that beautiful big one with the red comb? That’s a Roc!” [Illustration] “My, I wish this Flying Machine would really Fly!” Johnny said, a little later. “But it’s fun pretending anyway. Let’s get out at the next Star, Sis, and eat our lunch. I didn’t eat much breakfast and I’m hungry!” “All right, Brud!” said Janey, who wasn’t tired of the play either. “Wait a minute!” as Johnny started to climb out of the box. “You forgot to stop the Flying Machine.” “Well, I’ll bring it to a stop very slowly,” Johnny told her. “So that we won’t strike these mountain tops and tip over!” And he turned the “Stop” spool a fraction of an inch. Neither of the children was prepared for what followed. The Polly Ann shot up over the fence, suddenly, scattering the startled chickens in all directions, and as Johnny and Janey crouched low in the box the familiar objects about the farm whizzed by them like bullets. “We are really going!” Janey gasped, as they sped upward. “I feel as if I’d like to jump!” At this Johnny caught his sister’s foot and held it tight. “Don’t look over the side until you get used to flying!” he cautioned her, very wisely. “Twist the other spool!” Janey told him. “I don’t like to be up so high. Everything seems so small.” Johnny gave the other spool a twist and the Flying Machine swept ahead at twice its former speed.