“A telegram! A letter!” Mary marched to the desk, received the telegram, and the letter, then stood staring.
The letter had given her a real thrill. It was not really a letter, only a picture on a postcard with some writing on the back. The picture was of a fine young American soldier in uniform. On its back she read: “You asked for it, so here it is.” It was signed “Jerry Sikes.”
“That boy in South America,” she whispered. “How grand!”
But the telegram?
“What’s the matter? Bad news?” Sparky asked.
“I’ll say so!” Mary made a face. “It’s from the WAF central office. They’ve booked me to appear before three women’s flying clubs. I’m to recruit fliers for our organization. Oh, when will we two fly again?”
“Time enough for that,” said Sparky. “Just let me know when your lecture tour is over and I’ll see what can be cooked up.
“Well, Mary,” he said as their hands met, “you saw a lot of nice boys on that trip.”
“I sure did, Sparky.” Her eyes shone. “But the best of them all—”
“Was the gray-haired one who met you in Egypt,” Sparky said smilingly.