It had been foolish of him, of course, but somehow he had never figured at all that there would be "no money pay." He had rosily visioned himself as pulling down some neat sum for his probable labors at sweeping hangars, trundling grease cans, blocking and unblocking plane wheels. Half of this money would have gone to pay flying-tuition, most of the other half would have gone to the folks back home. In his visioning he had slept in some corner of a hangar, had eaten any old fare.