“Then maybe you won’t be so busy on Saturday? That’s a good night to sew on buttons!”
Elinor stopped and turned back, smiling, then glanced down at the large, black single lettered vision card she was carrying. Holding the card up in plain view, she covered all the letters with her fingers except a large “O” and “K.”
A big, triumphant, boyish grin spread over Lefty’s face as he sensed Elinor’s way of acknowledging the engagement, and he returned to his task on the plane with renewed vigor.
Elinor hadn’t gone far when she felt someone alongside of her. Turning, she found that her self-appointed escort was no other than Sergeant Williams.
“Hello, Panama!” she greeted the Marine warmly. “Where have you been keeping yourself?”
“Oh, places!” he said, “Gee, I haven’t seen you for a long time!”
“I’ve been awfully busy,” she explained.
“I understand. But say, I’ve been wanting to ask you—what are you doing Saturday night?”
Elinor nervously toyed with the ends of the vision card, managing to explain tactfully that she would be busy on Saturday. Then she noticed the evident disappointment plainly visible on Panama’s face and added, “You see, the sewing circle is going to meet and——”
Panama laughed and interrupted by chiding, “Well, I guess I wouldn’t be much use at a sewing circle!”