“We took our training here in the county hospital,” said Grace. “Are you from Chicago?”
“No,” replied Jane. “We flew in from University City this morning. We graduated just last night from the training school at Good Samaritan there.”
“Well, that’s certainly fast work,” smiled Alice. “In less than twenty-four hours you’re starting on a new career.”
“Twenty-four hours ago we didn’t have any idea what we would be doing,” confessed Sue.
“I’m excited about this position,” said Grace. “Think of the thrill of flying day and night through all kinds of weather!”
“I’ve thought all about it,” replied her companion, “and it may be too thrilling once in a while, but it’s a job and a good paying one. How do you like the uniforms?”
“They’re fascinating,” said Jane. “I can hardly wait until they are delivered at Cheyenne.”
“Which reminds me,” put in Alice, “that I’d like to know what Cheyenne is like.”
Her question went unanswered for they had reached the tri-motor and Miss Comstock hurried her charges inside. Jane and Sue were fortunate to find a double seat and Grace and Alice sat directly behind them. The last of the girls’ baggage was placed aboard and the cabin door closed and locked. The big ship trembled as Charlie Fischer opened the throttle. Then it rolled smoothly down the ramp.
Other planes were being wheeled from their hangars and made ready for the overnight runs. The great airport was almost at the height of its daily rush.