“That’s fine! Has any of you all got a little ’bacca?”
“Sure! Sure!” came again.
“That’s swell. Has any of you all got a match?”
The roar came again, this time accompanied with a shower of match boxes.
“Oh! You all keep ’em!” Jan shouted. “You all’s goin’ to need ’em—maybe tomorrow. Nobody don’t never know. But me,” she sang, “I got plenty of nothing, and nothing is plenty for me.”
That show was a huge success and it didn’t take a dramatic critic to tell that the Lady Barber Quartette had been THE feature that evening.
CHAPTER XIX
The Woman in Purple Burns a City
It was a shame to sneak off after they had received such a grand reception, but had they remained, they must surely have been crushed by the mob of boys in khaki eager to congratulate the girls from America. So, with the lady of the hour at the wheel, they piled into the old jeep and rode away.
“They’re such nice boys!” Isabelle murmured. “It seems terrible that some of them may die horrible deaths tomorrow, or the next day.”
“Perhaps not so many,” Gale replied hopefully. “Tonight while we were waiting for things to start the colonel told me how well things have been planned. He thinks they’ll just go sweeping across Burma into China. He says this is a diversionary move. The main fight will be farther south. The Japs don’t expect this so they won’t be prepared.”