CHAPTER 4CHICAGO TERMINAL
Jane was leaning over Peggy’s shoulder for her first eager glimpse of the Chicago Municipal Airport.
There was a confused picture of street car tracks, hangar roofs, the iron fence of the terminal with watchers lined up beyond concrete runways, trolley cars and more roofs, as the plane came out of its spiral and glided in for the landing.
As the other passengers filed from the plane, Peggy asked her parents anxiously, “How did you like it?”
“Fine—fine,” her father answered, smiling. “Just the same, I’d like to know more about it.”
Jane, lingering for the others to leave, spoke in low tones to the hostess. “Do you know where we could get a guide to show us over the airport? Peggy’s parents want to get a picture of the whole thing before they consent to her goi
