“You know that all fighting airmen wear parachutes, don’t you?”
“Yes, of course!”
“And that those parachutes often save their lives, in fact, have already saved thousands of lives?”
“Yes, but—”
“Parachutes don’t just grow on trees like walnuts. They have to be made with great care and arranged with greater care. The rigger is the one who packs them into their bags.”
“Oh! I’d love that!”
“Sure you would. And it’s a tremendously important job. One slip is all it takes. If a parachute is folded wrong, some fine fellow comes shooting down, down, thousands of feet to his death. But you—you love to do things just right, even bed sheets.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Then you’ll be the best there is. Good parachute riggers are hard to get. Of course,” Belle went on, “you don’t just fold parachutes and pack them. You select large ones for large people.”
“And small ones for small people!”