“What about Rosa?”
“I think she’s a spy. I saw her flashing a light in the night. Her cot is by the window, you know,” came in Lena’s insinuating whisper.
“Oh! Do you really think so?” There was little encouragement in Norma’s tone. “Who’s a spy?” These words were on her lips. She did not say them. Nor, having said them, could she have given the answer.
Two days later found them all in uniform. And did they look grand!
“Oh! Millie!” Norma exclaimed. “You look like a million dollars!”
“Do I? Then I’m glad.” Millie beamed. “I was afraid I’d still look like a salesgirl.”
“How does a salesgirl look?” Betty asked.
“Oh, sort of dumb.” At that they both laughed.
“It’s the grandest outfit I ever had!” Millie exclaimed. “Such a soft, warm woolen suit. And such tailoring! And my coat! Oh gee! I feel like Christmas morning!”