The Girl Aviators and the Phantom Airship
"Roy! Roy! where are you?"
Peggy Prescott came flying down the red-brick path, a rustling newspaper clutched in her hand.
"Here I am, sis,-what's up?"
The door of a long, low shed at the farther end of the old-fashioned garden opened as a clattering sound of hammering abruptly ceased. Roy Prescott, a wavy-haired, blue-eyed lad of seventeen, or thereabouts, stood in the portal. He looked very business-like in his khaki trousers, blue shirt and rolled up sleeves. In his hand was a shiny hammer.
Peggy, quite regardless of a big, black smudge on her brother's face, threw her arms around his neck in one of her "bear hugs," while Roy, boy-like, wriggled in her clasp as best he could.
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Peggy Prescott came flying down the red-brick path, a rustling newspaper clutched in her hand.
"Here I am, sis,-what's up?"
The door of a long, low shed at the farther end of the old-fashioned garden opened as a clattering sound of hammering abruptly ceased. Roy Prescott, a wavy-haired, blue-eyed lad of seventeen, or thereabouts, stood in the portal. He looked very business-like in his khaki trousers, blue shirt and rolled up sleeves. In his hand was a shiny hammer.
Peggy, quite regardless of a big, black smudge on her brother's face, threw her arms around his neck in one of her "bear hugs," while Roy, boy-like, wriggled in her clasp as best he could.
The Girl Aviators and the Phantom Airship
"Roy! Roy! where are you?"
Peggy Prescott came flying down the red-brick path, a rustling newspaper clutched in her hand.
"Here I am, sis,-what's up?"
The door of a long, low shed at the farther end of the old-fashioned garden opened as a clattering sound of hammering abruptly ceased. Roy Prescott, a wavy-haired, blue-eyed lad of seventeen, or thereabouts, stood in the portal. He looked very business-like in his khaki trousers, blue shirt and rolled up sleeves. In his hand was a shiny hammer.
Peggy, quite regardless of a big, black smudge on her brother's face, threw her arms around his neck in one of her "bear hugs," while Roy, boy-like, wriggled in her clasp as best he could.
Peggy Prescott came flying down the red-brick path, a rustling newspaper clutched in her hand.
"Here I am, sis,-what's up?"
The door of a long, low shed at the farther end of the old-fashioned garden opened as a clattering sound of hammering abruptly ceased. Roy Prescott, a wavy-haired, blue-eyed lad of seventeen, or thereabouts, stood in the portal. He looked very business-like in his khaki trousers, blue shirt and rolled up sleeves. In his hand was a shiny hammer.
Peggy, quite regardless of a big, black smudge on her brother's face, threw her arms around his neck in one of her "bear hugs," while Roy, boy-like, wriggled in her clasp as best he could.
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Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9789355894892 |
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| Publisher: | Alpha Edition |
| Publication date: | 01/25/2022 |
| Pages: | 126 |
| Product dimensions: | 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.30(d) |
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