“Because eleven, which should stand for E, is used more times than any other number and E is the most-used letter in the alphabet. Other vowels stand out in the same proportion. So I think we’ve got that far. But now,” he sighed, “we’ve got to find out whether they’re sending in German or English. That is going to be hard.”
“And must be continued in our next.” There was a suggestion of gloom in Sally’s voice. She was tired and sore. Much lay ahead.
“Monday we drop from that hole in the sky. Tuesday we take our finals,” she sighed.
“And Wednesday you scatter,” he supplied. “I got that on good authority. Some of you go to other schools and some to work, depending on what you’re taking up.”
“That’s about it. We’ll just have to work and hope we meet again over this blessed, tantalizing, mesmerizing radio,” she laughed. “And now, what do you say we take the radio over to my house and then make a night of it?”
And that was just what they did.
Monday afternoon came, and with it, many a long-drawn breath.
“Sally, I’m scared,” Barbara whispered, as they piled into the car that was to take them on their last trip to the field.
“You wouldn’t be natural if you weren’t,” was the cheering response. “All the same, try to forget it.”
In the week that had passed, the eight of them, two girls and six boys, had formed the habit of singing on the way out. Now, when at last they rolled away, a youthful voice struck up: