. The Saturday evening post. the infield to inspect his plane. He madethe tactical blunder of leaving Florianalone with his prospective passenger. To Florian, Butterfly unbosomed her-self. Ise skeered. Nothin to git skeered of, aint never been kilt yet. That aint sayin he aint gwine be. Well, said Florian consolingly, weis all got to die sometime, aint we? Butterfly admitted the truth of the state-ment, but didnt thrill to the fatalisticprospect. Out on the field Pluvius me-chanic spun the propeller and the engineroared terrifying response. Butterfly didan involuntary shimmy
. The Saturday evening post. the infield to inspect his plane. He madethe tactical blunder of leaving Florianalone with his prospective passenger. To Florian, Butterfly unbosomed her-self. Ise skeered. Nothin to git skeered of, aint never been kilt yet. That aint sayin he aint gwine be. Well, said Florian consolingly, weis all got to die sometime, aint we? Butterfly admitted the truth of the state-ment, but didnt thrill to the fatalisticprospect. Out on the field Pluvius me-chanic spun the propeller and the engineroared terrifying response. Butterfly didan involuntary shimmy and turned a palegreen under her make-up. D-d-does it make that noise all thetime, Florian? Sholy does. Then how cn you talk in a areoplane? You caint—ceptin to yosef. S-s-sposin I wants to come down? I dunno. Gives a signal, I reckon. The crowd was still pouring through thegates and filling the big frame grand standwith a riot of color. All eyes were focusedupon the radiant figure of Butterfly Gry-son, and none suspected
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