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We left early the next morning. Sam and Clayt helped with Buddie and the baggage. Sam Frankly upset, Clayt, looking pale and unhappy, and George camouflaging his heavy heart and hours, with much joking. That was George's way, when hurt, never jollier.
When the interurban for Cleveland came in, we all said good-bye, the tears splashed out of Sam's eyes, he looked ready to kiss me good-bye, so I kissed him good-bye.
We took the train from Cleveland to Chicago. George's Mother said George was sick..... and he was in spirit, I knew.
That winter Buddie nearly died of pneumonia. In the Spring George flew Mr. Chas D. "Pop" Dickenson, in a Breguet. George had built a cabin in the ship, in a little old shop where he and Matty Laird had worked on Mattie's first pre-war ship. Mr. Dickenson let George use the ship for passenger carrying. One of the most interesting trips was flying the Philip Knight Wrigleys. George admired them both so tremendously, and wished they were just folks like ourselves, financially, so we might enjoy them.
The Kentucky derby furnished another good bit of income. Pilots flew business men to N.Y. City and other far away towns for two and three hundred dollars a trip. Then, Mr. Dickenson, thought I needed a trip.
I find I kept a diary of that trip, so eventful was it. Mere it is.