“No,” Sally seized Nancy’s arm. “The nice boy is real. Come on, let’s go.”
“You wouldn’t go looking like that?”
“I’ll wash the blood off my face. We’ve got to get in uniform. Must wear them even off duty, you know!”
So Sally was off to the washroom to bathe her cheek.
“Now I ask you,” Nancy challenged the empty air, “how can they hope to make a WAVE out of a girl like that?”
Sally was back in a minute and slipped into her uniform. Nancy was ready a moment later and then they were down the stairs and out into the night.
“This is Nancy McBride.” Sally introduced her companion to the flying sailor who had stepped out into the moonlight.
“I’m pleased to meet you, Nancy. I’m Danny Duke,” he said. “Distant relative of the famous Dukes, so distant that they never even sent me a package of Duke’s mixture. Do you also walk in your sleep? And may I be looking for you on the roof tops?”
“Sally wasn’t walking in her sleep,” said Nancy, “but tell me, did she really fall off the roof and did you catch her?”
“Shall I tell her?” Danny turned to Sally.