“I haven’t done a thing,” Barbara replied gloomily. “Perhaps it would be better if I did. When you never step off the beaten path, just plug along day by day, people ask you to do such terrible things.”
“Why? What have they asked you to do now?”
“It’s that parachute drop.” Barbara stared gloomily at her feet. “They say it’s not really required that a parachute rigger should take parachute training, but that if they do take it, and if they do take just one drop, they make better riggers.”
“Of course they do,” Sally agreed. “They know what it’s all about.”
“That sounds all right. But would you want to go to an airfield where only men are training, and go through all the practice and finally take the drop, all by yourself?”
“No, of course not. Are they asking you to do that?”
“Not asking, just suggesting.”
“Which in this war is the same thing. Tell you what—” Sally came to a sudden decision. “If Lieutenant Mayfare will let me, I’ll go through the training with you.”
“You wouldn’t!” Barbara stared.
“I said I would, didn’t I?”