Norma wanted to see her pictures in their proper setting. Now she was seeing them.
“Norma, you’re a silly goose,” she told herself aloud. Then she wondered whether she had spoken the truth. Sometimes one drops into a new world too hastily. It does one good to take a look back.
It was Bill who had started her thinking of the WACs. She and Bill were grand good friends, that’s all. No diamond ring—no talk of wedding bells—just friends.
All the same, when Bill came to the school all togged up in a new uniform, she had felt a big tug at her heart strings.
“Oh! Bill!” she had cried. “You look like a million!”
“And I feel like a millionaire,” was Bill’s reply. “Army life is the berries, and regarding the Japs, all I’ve got to say is they’d better look out!”
“Getting pretty good with a Tommy gun, Bill?” she laughed.
“And how!” was his prompt reply.
They found a log down among the willows at the edge of the campus, and there Bill, in his big, boisterous way, told her all about the Army.
“Oh, Bill!” she exclaimed when he had finished. “You make it sound so wonderful! I wish they’d let girls join.”