“And besides, she doesn’t look Spanish,” said the Major. “Well, there’s a mystery for you. I’ll send for Tom at once.”
Norma leaned over to whisper in Betty’s ear:
“The Spanish hairdresser!”
Betty nearly fell off her chair.
They were all in the big living room when the Major returned with a good-looking young sergeant.
“Now then, Sergeant,” he challenged. “Which one was it?”
Sergeant Tom looked them over carefully, then replied:
“None of these, sir.”
“Well now, Tom, make up your mind!” The Major’s temper was rising. “You’ve been saying one was up there, and now you say—”
“There was a WAC uniform with a lady in it at the Tower last night!” Tom insisted.