Directly below them our friends could make out the familiar buildings and landmarks of their own town as they swept past one by one, John purposely flying at reduced speed so that a clearer vision could be had.  He also shot down to within a thousand feet, presently, as he saw his own home approaching.  Someone, whom both John and Paul immediately recognized as their mother, stood in the door waving a handkerchief. In recognition, Paul drew down one of the sliding windows, and put out his head and fluttered his own handkerchief.  Shortly afterward--it seemed not more than a minute--the machine was over Shadynook Hill, and Bob and his father were waving a similar salute to Mrs. Giddings.