At the tailors they were measured for trim serge suits of a smoke-green. Berets of the same material and color were furnished.
The fitting required an hour and the tailors promised to have the suits in Cheyenne within the week.
“What do you think of the uniforms?” Jane asked as they left the tailors.
“I love them. They’re so trim and business-like, yet feminine at the same time. What a contrast to a nurse’s uniform.”
Jane was willing to admit that the neat, serge suits would be much more comfortable than the primly starched outfits they had been accustomed to wearing.
They had to wait a few minutes until the cab arrived and then they were whirled rapidly toward the field on the outskirts of the city.
When they reached the airport, Jane went straight to the waiting room and sat down at a writing table.
“Going to write home?” asked Sue.
“First of all I’m writing to Miss Hardy back at Good Samaritan. After all, it was because of her interest that we managed to get these positions. Then I’ll dash off a letter home. There’s half an hour before we report to the chief stewardess.”
“I wonder if the folks will object?” mused Sue as she sat down at the other side of the desk and picked up a pen.