“Far from that. One of the greatest. I prize your friendship.”
“Thanks.”
“But you have asked to be sent away, on a ship.”
“I’ll come back, I hope.”
“Oh, yes.” His voice rose. “I meant to tell you. It’s more than half arranged already. There’s a new type of fighting ship going out with a convoy in a day or two. She’s a small airplane carrier built specially for convoy duty.
“But,” he hastened to add, “you’ll not whisper a word of this.”
“Of course not.”
To herself she thought: “That must be Danny’s ship. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I were to sail on his ship!”
This hope was lost for the time, at least, for Storm went on: “This is the ship’s maiden voyage. She will carry a crew, all men. But if all goes well on the following trip it is planned to use some women nurses and a number of WAVES for secretarial work, storekeepers, radio and communications.”
“A testing trip?”