“More important than making good with the WAVES?” Nancy asked soberly. “For my part I can’t think of a thing in the world that could be half as important as that. That’s just how I feel about it.”
“Yes, that’s right. Oh! If I were thrown out of the WAVES I’d just want to die.” Sally’s face took on a tragic look. “And yet—”
“And yet, what?”
“Well, you just don’t know old C. K. Kennedy, that’s all. I’ve been working with him since I was fifteen and now I’m twenty-one.”
“Working at radio? What did you know about radio when you were fifteen?”
“That’s just it. I didn’t know a thing. You see, a radio came dropping right out of the sky and—”
“Out of the sky?” Nancy stared.
“Yes, right into the middle of a meadow where I was looking for a meadowlark’s nest.”
“Say! Why don’t you talk sense? You can’t expect people—”
“Shush,” Sally whispered. “Here’s the gangplank of the 'U.S.S. Mary Sacks.’ We’ll have to get right in. Don’t betray me. I’ll explain it all later.”