Only one other girl was in the room. “Lena, the one who whispers in the night,” Norma thought. “Guess she’s asleep.”
Lena was not asleep, for as Norma sank into her chair, she opened one eye and drawled:
“Had a good day, didn’t you?”
“Just fine!” was the smiling reply.
“Hobnobbing with the brass hats.” Was there a suggestion of a sneer on Lena’s face?
If it was there Norma chose to ignore it. “There don’t seem to be any brass hats around this place,” she replied, good-naturedly.
“Oh! Aren’t there?” the girl exclaimed. “You just wait and—” At that the girl caught herself. “Well,” she finished lamely, “I’ll admit I’ve been treated fine.”
“Tomorrow we get measured for our uniforms,” she added.
“Your uniform should need very little fitting.” Norma could not help admiring the girl’s look of perfect fitness and form as she stood up.
“I didn’t get it sitting ’round,” Lena laughed. “I’m going out for some air and a look at the moon. You’re rather a perfect thirty-six yourself,” she said over her shoulder as she marched toward the door.