“It wasn’t any trouble. I wanted to do it for I want you to have pleasant memories of Good Samaritan.”
“We’re going to take away a very pleasant memory of you,” promised Sue, as she finished a sandwich.
“I have written my own recommendation and a letter of introduction for you and I am also enclosing Mr. Speidel’s letter,” said Miss Hardy. “This should insure your seeing him tomorrow morning in Chicago. I’ll be anxious to know the outcome.”
“We’ll telegraph,” promised Sue. Then, remembering how little actual cash she had, she added, “That is, we’ll try to telegraph you.”
Miss Hardy smiled for she knew how little money most of the girls had when they left training school.
They finished the lunch just as the horn of a taxicab squalled in the street below.
“There’s your cab. It’s a fifteen-minute ride to the airport. You’ll have to hurry.”
Miss Hardy handed the letter of recommendation to Jane, who folded it and placed it in her purse. They hurried downstairs, the girls carrying the small week-end bags with them.
Miss Hardy walked to the cab with them. Farewells were brief.
“I know you’ll both make good,” said Miss Hardy. Then she turned and hurried back inside the sheltering walls of Good Samaritan.