Tom Swift and His War Tank, or, Doing His Bit for Uncle Sam by Victor [pseud.] Appleton
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and if I go it means I'll have to start in as soon as I can
to bring my wife around to my way of thinking. The last time I went it took me two weeks to get her to consent, and then she didn't like it. So if--" "No, Mr. Damon," interrupted Tom, "I don't count on going on any sort of a trip--that is, any long one. I was just getting ready to take a little spin in the Hawk, and if you'd like to come along--" "You mean that saucy little airship of yours, Tom, that's always trying to sit down on her tail, or tickle herself with one wing?" "That's the Hawk!" laughed Tom; "though that tickling business you speak of is when I spiral. Don't you like it?" "Can't say I do," observed Mr. Damon dryly. "Well, I'll promise not to try any stunts if you come along," Tom went on. "Where are you going?" asked his friend. "Oh, no place in particular. As you surmised, I've been doing a bit of thinking, and--" "Serious thinking, too, Tom!" interrupted Mr. Damon. "Excuse me, but I couldn't help overhearing what you said. It was something about going to do something though you |
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