CHAPTER 13ALWAYS SOMETHING NEW
The air was crisp, the sun was shining, and a gentle breeze was blowing, when Peggy arrived at the Brewster field two weeks later. She carried a smart suede jacket to wear over her suit in the open cockpit.
“The early bird gets to wheel out a plane this morning,” Dan Brewster said, in greeting. “Good a time as any to learn about getting ready for flight.”
Peggy took a deep breath. “What’s first?”
“Wheel it out of the hangar and head it into the wind,” he replied.
Peggy followed his orders, and the mechanic placed chocks close up to both wheels.
“We turn the gasoline off each night before we put the ship away,” the instructor explained. “Turn it on by pushing the gas shutoff switch in.” Peggy glanced at the instructions stenciled on the side of the ship
