“Yes. Every time but one out of a hundred, or a thousand, I guess, and then—”
“Tell the rest,” Norma urged.
“Oh, about those two fliers? That was exciting, I can tell you. Grandfather gave us the word that the plane was down.
“Then he got the fishermen out of bed. Three boats went out. Grandfather’s boat spotted them, just in time. Their plane sank ten minutes later.
“They were Army fliers—a trainer and a student. Umm! That student was handsome!”
“And he would have drowned if it hadn’t been for you spotters,” Norma said.
“Absolutely.”
“That,” said Norma, “was wonderful!”
As she stepped out of the comfortable room into the night, Norma saw a white-robed figure—Bess, covered with snow.
“Spotters,” she whispered as she went down the stairs. “Spotters in the night.”