“I’d die.” Barbara’s face paled.
“Oh, no you wouldn’t. Thousands are doing it every day.”
“I’m so big, I’d go right on down into the earth.” Barbara laughed, nervously.
“Oh, no! Parachutes are made to fit their owners. Some are made for dropping five hundred pound antiaircraft guns. But don’t let that worry you,” Belle hastened to add. “You may never be asked to jump. ‘Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.’ I didn’t think that up, but it’s good all the same.”
“One thing still worries me—” Barbara said a moment later.
“What’s that?”
“My interview. My roommate just went to take hers.”
“You may forget that.” Belle smiled an odd smile. “You’ve practically had yours already.”
“I? Had mine?”
