Tini Hoffman sat next to Janice, and Nancy suddenly became aware that she was listening to their conversation.
“I can fully understand now why Lieutenant Hauser insists that we say nothing about the nature of our training,” continued Janice. “It surely indicates the tropics. That information in a spy’s hands might place a few bombs in our path.”
“That’s exactly why we can’t be too careful,” said Nancy.
She glanced at Tini, and saw that she actually had the conscience to flush under the memory of what she had been about to do. Later as they returned to their tents in the twilight Tini overtook Nancy.
“I’m glad you made me burn those letters, Nancy,” she said. “It was thoughtless of me to try to send them.”
“I’m glad you realize it, Tini. Of course it’s not easy for any of us to submit to so many restrictions, but we have to submit if we expect to be of any use.”
“I was afraid my best beau would think I didn’t care, it’s been so long since I sent him a letter. But I had two from him just now. He says he knows there’ll often be long intervals when we can’t hear from each other. He’s so understanding,” murmured Tini.
“We’ve got to think of the good of our unit and our boys over yonder, Tini,” said Nancy, “and ourselves last.” But she wasn’t so certain, even as she spoke, that the spoiled Tini would think of anything but her own wishes next time she was tempted to break the regulations.