“We all do,” Marjory Mills agreed frankly. “The only thing is, those can’t be our main motives. If they were we should meet disappointment and perhaps miserably fail. ‘Blood, sweat, and tears.’ That is what we have ahead of us.”
“Yes,” Sally replied soberly. “I know. My father has told me. He was in France for more than a year.”
“In the last war? Yes, then you would know. We like to have daughters of veterans. Some of them are among our best. And now,” Marjory Mills’s voice was brisk again. “What do you think you’d like to do? Or, first, would you like to tell me your story?”
“I’d love to. How much time have I?” Sally looked at her watch.
“As much as you like.” Ensign Mills settled back in her chair. “Shoot!”
CHAPTER TWO
THE RADIO FROM THE SKY
“I grew up, as every child must,” Sally began. “Until I was fifteen we weren’t rich, not terribly poor either so—”
“Middle class,” the examiner murmured. “Best people in the world.”
“And then something happened,” Sally announced.
“What was that?”