CHAPTER XXXIII 

From Titherington, the aviator, in his Devonshire home, from a millionaire amateur flier among the orange-groves at Pasadena, from his carpenter father in Joralemon, and from Gertie in New York, Carl had invitations for Christmas, but none that he could accept. VanZile had said, pleasantly, "Going out to the country for Christmas?" 

"Yes," Cal had lied. 

Again he saw himself as the Dethroned Prince, and remembered that one year ago, sailing for South America to fly with Tony Bean, he had been the lion at a Christmas party on shipboard, while Martin Dockerill, his mechanic, had been a friendly slave. 

He spent most of Christmas Eve alone in his room, turning over old letters, and aviation magazines with pictures of Hawk Ericson, wondering whether he might not go back to that lost world. Josiah Bagby, Jr., son of the eccentric doctor at whose school Carl had learned to fly, was experimenting with hydroaeroplanes and with bomb-dropping devices at Palm Beach, and imploring Carl, as the steadiest pilot in America, to join him. The dully noiseless room echoed the music of a steady motor carrying him out over a blue bay. Carl's own answer to the tempter vision was: "Rats! I can't very well leave the Touricar now, and I don't know as I've got my flying nerve back yet. Besides, Ruth----" 

Always he thought of Ruth, uneasy with the desire to be out dancing, laughing, playing with her. He was tormented by a question he had been threshing out for days: Might he permissibly have sent her a Christmas present? 
What was the aviator's name?
Where was he from?
And where did he live now?
Where did he sail to a while ago?
How long ago?
For what purpose?
Was he poor?
Who was always on his mind?
What did he want to do with her?
What did he wonder if he could have given her?
Did he have anyone to spend Christmas Eve with?
Where did he learn to fly?
Did that person have a son?
What was he called?
What was he testing?
At what location?
What did he want Carl to do?
What was Carl invited to?
Could he go?
Carl
Carl had invitations for Christmas, but none that he could accept.
Titherington
From Titherington, the aviator, in his Devonshire home
Devonshire
in his Devonshire home
South America
Again he saw himself as the Dethroned Prince, and remembered that one year ago, sailing for South America 
one year ago
one year ago, sailing for South America 
to fly with Tony Bean
Again he saw himself as the Dethroned Prince, and remembered that one year ago, sailing for South America to fly with Tony Bean,
no
 Martin Dockerill, his mechanic, had been a friendly slave. 
Ruth
Always he thought of Ruth, uneasy with the desire to be out dancing, laughing, playing with her.
dance, laugh and play
Always he thought of Ruth, uneasy with the desire to be out dancing, laughing, playing with her.
a Christmas present
He was tormented by a question he had been threshing out for days: Might he permissibly have sent her a Christmas present?
no
VanZile had said, pleasantly, "Going out to the country for Christmas?" 

"Yes," Cal had lied. 

the doctor's school
Josiah Bagby, Jr., son of the eccentric doctor at whose school Carl had learned to fly,
yes
osiah Bagby, Jr., son of the eccentric doctor at whose school Carl had learned to fly
Josiah Bagby, Jr
Josiah Bagby, Jr., son of the eccentric doctor at whose school Carl had learned to fly,
hydroaeroplanes and with bomb-dropping devices
 Josiah Bagby, Jr., son of the eccentric doctor at whose school Carl had learned to fly, was experimenting with hydroaeroplanes and with bomb-dropping devices at Palm Beach, 
at Palm Beach,
Josiah Bagby, Jr., son of the eccentric doctor at whose school Carl had learned to fly, was experimenting with hydroaeroplanes and with bomb-dropping devices at Palm Beach,
join him
Josiah Bagby, Jr., son of the eccentric doctor at whose school Carl had learned to fly, was experimenting with hydroaeroplanes and with bomb-dropping devices at Palm Beach, and imploring Carl, as the steadiest pilot in America, to join him.
Christmas
 Carl had invitations for Christmas, 
no
Carl had invitations for Christmas, but none that he could accept.