In Dragonwings P.167
To the bonorable Wrights:
This is to inform you that I am a girl of eleven. I have greatly admired your feats of daring. My father wants to fly too. Can you help him? We need to know how to shape the propellers. We need to know how big the wings should be in order to lift my father into the air. And I also have a machine hand for making electricity, can it help my father and I for finishing the plane? Father says that no one else in the whole world knows as much as you do about aeroplanes. Thank you.
And I signed it with the sounds of my name spelled out in demon letters. I wrote several drafts of it and then copied it out in the fine, elegant hand Miss Whitlaw had taught me. The next day we went down together and mailed the letter. ''You realized though, Moon Shadow, that even if they were to get this letter, there is no guarantee that they’ll answer it. They’re busy men, you know.''
But two weeks later, I got a letter from the Wrights’ bicycle shop, and in a very neat, strong hand Orville answered me:
Dear Miss Lee,
My brother and I are always happy to meet another flying enthusiast. Our brotherhood is too small to lose any one of us. Enclosed you will find some tables and diagrams that should prove of some service to you. We were very surprise that you have a machine hand. We think it may have your brother and you to get less trouble in making the plane. We were very proud of you too. You are just a eleven years old girl, but you can also help your father. You are a nice girl. If we can be of any further assistance to you, please let us know.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
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