“I’m one of those WAC’s,” Norma laughed, holding her cap bearing the insignia in the light.
“Oh! We’ve been reading about you. Welcome to our community.” He held out a hand for a firm and friendly clasp. “So when we report ‘One single, flying high,’ we’ll soon be talking to a lady soldier?”
“Guess that’s right,” Norma agreed. “My name’s Norma Kent.”
“I’m Vincent Garson,” he said. “Here’s hoping we meet again.”
“Oh, we shall,” Norma exclaimed.
At that a distinguished-looking man opened the door and stepped out.
“And this is Jim Marston,” said Garson. “Used to be a parson. Now he’s a plain American.”
“And that,” said the retired parson, “is a great privilege.”
“They’re really very famous men,” Beth whispered as they disappeared down the stairs. “Mr. Garson designed the stained glass windows for half the big churches in Boston. And Mr. Marston was a famous Bishop. It takes all sorts, you see,” she added.
“Well, here we are,” Bess exclaimed. “This is our spotter shed. Isn’t it neat?”