Flight Three: United States of America [antikvár]

Flight Three : UNITED STATES OF AMERICAAlison opened her eyes and wondered where she was. Then, as she yawned, she remembered. She was flying to America. Through the window of the air-liner she saw a sea of pink cotton-wool far below. It was the top of the clouds, tinged pink by the rising sun. Thousands of feet below the clouds was the Atlantic Ocean.Everyone else in the air-liner seemed to be asleep, with their seats tilted back to make beds. At her side, her brother John was sleeping soundly with his nose tucked into his rug. Daddy seemed to be asleep, too, but when she looked at him he opened his eyes, winked at her and shut them again. You never knew with Daddy.The stewardess came down the passage-way between the seats, very neat and efficient, and took a tray of coffee through the forward door. Alison had a glimpse of an officer at the controls, and of another bending over a chart on a table. While the passengers slept peacefully, these clever men were flying their beautiful air-liner at several hundred miles an hour high above the ocean, from London to New York. Alison snuggled down into her rug and, like John, tucked her nose inside. Yesterday they had said good-bye to Mummy and little Peter and Mary at London Airport. Soon they would be in America. Alison fell asleep.Everyone was now wide awake. They had had breakfast, an exciting meal on trays with partitions, and soon they would be landing. Alison and John looked out of the window at New York City below themthe gateway to the United States of America.4