“Such a long way off,” Norma murmured.
“It’s as far as Black Knob Island,” Rosa exclaimed.
“Just about the same,” Tom McCarthy agreed.
“We can blow the top off Black Knob any time we care to,” said Major Fairchild.
“Please don’t try it,” Norma begged, half laughing. “I’ve got a good pal over there, a very good-looking WAC.”
“Are all WACs good-looking?” the Major teased.
“My pal, Betty, is,” was the prompt reply. “That’s not all, her folks are rich. Her father owns a war plant. They have a Florida estate, a yacht, and all that!”
“And she’s a WAC!” The Major whistled.
