I'm inclined to think it
was some one who is in with Andy Foger."
"Then we'll hire detectives, and locate him and them," declared Mr.
Damon, blessing several things in succession.
Tom, however, did not like that plan, and it was decided to do nothing
right away. In another few days Tom was able to be up, though he was
still a semi-invalid, not venturing out of the house.
It was one afternoon, when, rather tired of his confinement, he was
wishing he could resume work on his air craft, that Mrs. Baggert came
in, and said:
"Some one to see you, Tom."
"Is it Mr. Damon?"
"No, it's a lady. She--"
"Oh, Tom! How are you?" cried a girlish voice, and Mary Nestor walked
into the room, holding out both hands to the young inventor. Tom, with a
blush, arose hastily.
"No! no! Sit still!" commanded the girl. "Oh! I'm so sorry to hear about
your accident! In fact, I only heard this morning. We've been away,
mamma and I, and we just got back. Tell me all about it, that is, if you
feel able. But don't exert yourself.
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