“Oh! That is different.” The woman’s face beamed.
“Then you and Mary shall each have an extra egg.” Sally placed them on the table.
“May God bless you.” The woman was close to tears.
“That,” said Danny’s mother, once they were on the street, “is why we came.”
“All those ships,” Sally exclaimed, “and all safe! I’ve been told that our convoy brought three shiploads of food.”
“Food will win the war,” said Nancy. “We’ll come again.”
Sally’s impatience grew with every passing hour. Why weren’t they heading back? Every hour’s delay seemed a crime, for Danny was still out there on the tossing sea. Or was he? She dared still to hope.
“We’ll be heading back just as soon as we take on fuel and get our clearance,” said the Captain. “I’m as anxious to be moving as you are.
“And once we get started, we’ll really make time. When it’s not hampered by a convoy, our ship can do close to thirty knots. We’ll steer a straight course. It won’t be long, once we are on our way.”
Sally did not say: “Long before what?” She knew he meant long before they reached the spot where Danny had last been seen.