“Oh! I’d accept!”
“You would?” Scottie exclaimed. “Then what’s keeping us?”
“Only Sparky’s okay!”
“And orders from headquarters. I’ll get it all fixed within the hour. Where’s my hat? Oh—oh, yes, waiter! Waiter! Bring the checks!” With the least possible ceremony and no apology, Scottie paid the charge and bounded from the room.
“A Flying Tiger!” Judy exclaimed. “He flies even when he’s on the ground.”
“All the same, I like him a lot.” Mary’s eyes shone.
“Who wouldn’t? I envy you. That will be something to remember—the trip.”
“Everything we do is something to remember,” said Mary. “That’s why I like flying.”
“If I had the flying hours I’d resign tomorrow and join the WAFS.”
“You can get the necessary training at the Woman’s Flying Training Detachment,” said Mary. “Jacqueline Cochrane is the director.”