It was a small consolation. Mittie busied herself with visits to Nell and Quentin and marveled along with the rest of the family at how quickly the tiny bundle named Mira had completely captured all their hearts.On the last Monday in January, Mittie had just come in from her morning ride on Gypsy when Ames called. She held her breath, hoping he would say he was back. Instead, he was in Lincoln, Nebraska. And he had found her a plane.“What? Nebraska? Whose plane?” Her heart raced, but it was confusing and she thought there must be something wrong with the connection.“A single-engine Curtiss that runs like a top. I think it’s just what you’re looking for.”When reality began to sink in, a knot coiled in her stomach. She hadn’t asked or expected Ames to take the lead on her search. Was it the nudge she needed?Her business sense took over. “How did you happen to find it?”“I was in Lincoln on business, talking to some of the fellas at the flying school, and heard about it.”Stay calm.
