Hal Dane would fly a real plane--make real money. His vision traveled fast. Mother should have everything. No more bending over "taken-in" sewing with weariness pains lacing her bent back and lines deepening in her face. Uncle Tel should have all the pipes, all the books he wanted. They'd do over the old house, renovate it back to its former two-storied elegance, paint, flowers--he'd--the dream circled back on itself and began all over again at airships, Hal Dane aviator!