How the Prescott aeroplane, under Roy’s management, captured the coveted highest number of marks for proficiency, and how a sensation was caused by the sudden withdrawal of the Mortlake aeroplanes from the naval contest, all my readers are familiar with through the columns of the daily press.  The paper, though, didn’t print anything about an offer made by Pierce Budd to Eugene Mortlake to finance the Cobweb type of machine.  Needless to say, the offer was not accepted.  Mortlake, a changed man, is now building and selling aeroplanes in a far eastern principality, and they are good ones, too.  No letters are more welcome than those that arrive occasionally from him and are delivered at Pierce Budd’s home in New York.

Under Lieutenant Bradbury’s kindly auspices, Roy instructed a class of young seamen in the management of the Prescott type of aeroplane, which has become the official aero scout of the United States Navy.  From time to time improvements are added.

But, as the young officer says: 

“It was really the Girl Aviators’ Sky Cruise, that won out for the Prescotts.”

And here, though only for a brief period, we must bid au revoir to our young friends.  But we shall renew our acquaintance with them, and form some new friends, in the next volume of this series.  This book will be replete with adventures encountered in the pursuance of the wonderful new science of aviation, as yet in its infancy.  In the clouds and on the solid earth, the Girl Aviators are destined to have some more eventful times.  What these are to be must be saved for the telling in—­The Girl Aviator’s Motor Butterfly.

The End.