“I’m Nancy Dale,” Nancy Told the Major
“Then I can get there almost as soon as scheduled,” said Nancy in relief. “I was worrying over being off schedule.”
“Young lady, if you ever had a good excuse for being late you have it this time,” said the major. He looked down at her a moment and smiled whimsically. “I’d say she’s made of good fighting stuff, wouldn’t you, Miss Lewis?”
“I’ll say,” agreed Miss Lewis. “She’s had a fine try-out tonight.”
Nancy’s face flushed, then she burst forth impulsively, “Oh, I hope they’ll think me good enough to send to the South Pacific.”
“That’s something we have to leave to our Uncle Samuel, young lady.”
Nancy was silent a moment, then looked up at the major shyly out of the corner of her eye. “I owe you an apology, sir.”
“How’s that?”
“For ordering you about—demanding that you cut me a splint. But how could I know you were a major?”