It did seem like a place in desperate need of a lively diversion from its troubles, so that boded well for the show. Once Gil was good and convinced there was no immediate danger, around halfway through the second day, he stopped going with Cora and Henry on their “little outings,” a term that normally would run up battle flags with Cora, but somehow slipped right by on placid waters. That change in temperament nettled Henry like a hair-fine pricker under the skin. He was feeling like the third wheel on a bicycle. At least Cora was inching back to her old easy ways with Henry. Finally, they received a telegram saying the new propeller had shipped. It was time to get geared up to get back to work. Henry was glad for it. Even though they were taking the opportunity to give the Jenny’s engine an overhaul, Gil’s spirit seemed to be fed by altitude, not just proximity to his machine. He got quieter and more distant each day they were grounded.
