“A queen for an hour,” Mary laughed. “What is it you wish to know and what is your supplication?”
“Tell me,” said a girl with glorious red hair, “I have done some flying, oh! quite a bit. How may I become a WAF and go flying around the world?”
“You probably can’t,” was the disturbing reply. “I, it seems, am a person of special privilege or, perhaps you might say, with a dark curse upon my head. At least, until now, I am the only member of our band who has turned into a world traveler.
“But if you are extremely serious—,” she added.
“Oh! I am!”
“Yes, I also,” came from another corner.
“And I,” came again.
“In that case,” said Mary, “all you have to do is to get back to America.”
“Very simple!”
“Just a little hop.”