“And never get twenty miles away from good old Chicago.”
“And now they’re seeing the world, Africa, India, China, South Sea Islands. This country of ours will never be the same after the war.”
“It sure won’t.”
They swung out over the sea again. Beneath them a large ship, under full steam, was gliding out to sea.
“Going out to make a secret meeting with other ships of a convoy,” Sally said. “Wonder how soon I’ll be sailing with that ship, or some other.”
“Perhaps never,” Danny replied soberly. “They haven’t said they’d take WAVES abroad yet. But I am about all set. Just a day or so more at the most. They never tell us exactly.”
“Oh, Danny, no!”
“Oh, Sally, yes!” he echoed. “What’s the matter? Want me to stay a landlubber all my life?”
She did not answer. A small plane, darling through the air like a bird, had caught her eye.
“That’s your boss, Silent Storm,” Danny said. “When I learned he was your boss, I sort of looked him up. The boys told me that was his plane. No one else flies it.”