“Wait! Don’t say it is impossible.” She put two fingers over his lips. “It is not impossible. I am as good as any radar man, and quite as unafraid. It is not impossible that I should go.”
“Everything you have said is true,” he replied soberly.
“Only time will tell. If it can be arranged I shall be proud to have you as one of my comrades at arms.”
“That,” she replied, “Is the grandest speech anyone ever made to me.”
An hour later as they said goodbye at the door of the Club, Jimmie gave her a little something to remember. She found herself blushing as she hurried up the stairs to her room.
She did not fall asleep at once. There were too many thoughts and emotions to be filed away in her well ordered mind.
When at last she did fall asleep she had a most horrible dream. In the dream she and Jimmie stood before a statue in a park. It was a simple and unusual statue at first, but suddenly it began to grow, to stretch up and up toward the sky. It was a purple statue.
“The lady in purple,” she seemed to whisper.
Just then, in the dream the tall statue began to lean toward them. It leaned more and more.
“Jimmie! Jimmie!” she tried to call. “She is falling on us,—the lady in purple!”