“The Captain was wonderful,” she said to Nancy. “He must know how we feel about Danny.”
“Of course he does. He knows we all worked together on the radio.”
“And yet he never once mentioned Danny.”
“Didn’t he?”
“No, and I think that is about the most wonderful of all.”
For a time after that they marched on in silence. In a shadowy corner they passed two other WAVES seated on a pile of canvas. It was too dark to distinguish their faces.
After passing beyond a ladder, they paused to watch the moon, a faint yellow ball, rolling through the fog that was thinning and blowing away.
Then they heard one of the other WAVES talking. “Know who those girls are?” she was saying. “They are the ladies of the day. Imagine!” Her laugh was not good to hear. “One of them worked in a radio shop. The other was a radio ham. Now they’re the ladies of the day. And I gave up a five-thousand-a-year secretarial job to act as yeoman to Captain Mac Queen. Isn’t war just wonderful?”
“Who is that girl?” Sally whispered, as she and Nancy hurried on.
“She’s the Old Man’s yeoman all right (secretary to you),” Nancy replied. “I recognized her voice.”