“Just the change you need,” her father encouraged. “You can do a man’s work, but no woman can be a man all the time.”
“All right, then, it’s a date.” She put out a hand. “Father and I will be there.”
Once again the Captain saluted, then, turning about, he marched away.
After taking her overnight bag from the plane, Mary climbed into a big car beside her father and went rolling away.
“This is like old times,” she sighed.
“I wish you were staying a week.” He drew a long breath. “That, of course, is out. That big flight of four-motored bombers went through here yesterday.”
“Our flight.”
“Yes, I suppose so. Thirty-eight planes. And they were burning up the air. Looks as if something big were in the making over the air of China.”
“Or Tokio.”
“That’s what everyone is hoping, but no one really knows.”