When Mary awoke with the sun shining on her face through a small window next morning it was with a vague feeling that something was gone.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, jumping out of bed. “I’ve slept too long. Sparky has left me behind.”
When her bare feet hit the floor she awoke to the reality of things.
“It’s all over,” she sighed, sinking back on her bed. “We’ve reached the journey’s end at last.”
Then with a fresh thought stirring her to action she hurried through her toilet and donned her dusty uniform.
“Perhaps this is going to be like Christmas morning, when secrets are revealed, just perhaps,” she whispered.
After a hasty breakfast she begged a ride out to the airfield. It was a fairly large airdrome. The runways were neither long nor numerous but back among the trees cement had been laid making hiding places for many planes. And the planes were there.
“Sparky!” she exclaimed as she came upon her companion of many adventures. “Look at the planes! There must be two hundred of them.”
“Fully that many,” Sparky agreed. “And all bombers.”
“What does it mean? What is their mission?”