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 equipped cupboard, prepared tea and toast, produced little cakes and served us upon a tiny table.

She sipped her tea and ate her toast and cake. Not with appetite, but she managed it. On we flew.

Chicago proved to be our destination. We passed and accompanied the customary passenger and freight planes as we approached the towers in twilight. For the sun of the long day was set. The crimson and yellow of the afterglow hung high in the dust halo over the city; but already air beacons gleamed and roofs were swept with the horizontal glare of landing lights.

Planes humming beside us, their position lanterns streaking across the sky. Likewise we were only a hum and a streak as we circled, finding a way for our descent. We signalled a definite roof; it flashed back, "All clear; come down"; and we were down on our wheels and stopped ten yards from the windward edge.

Groundmen materialized from a trap door to take charge of the machine; they lifted a