“My pocket-wings?”

“Yes, to fly with? But I see you haven’t them. Luckily, mine are strong enough to support the two of us.” So saying, the young lady drew a roll from beneath her dress, unfolded it, and in a moment a small flying machine with a propeller underneath was ready for action.

“Where is the engine?” asked Silas in surprise?

“There is none. The power comes by wireless impulses from the earth that set the propeller spinning. If we sit close enough together the two of us can fit in the machine. See, I turn the this knob. And up we go!” And as she said the words the plane ascended in the air.

It was soon evident, however, that the weight of the two persons was too much for the machines.