The elevator boy had left his post half an hour before and they walked the four flights of stairs to fourth floor back where the nurses lived. Most of the girls were in the dormitory and the hall was almost deserted as they neared the office of the supervisor. The door was closed and they knocked discreetly. An irritated, tired voice bade them enter. Jane opened the door.
Miss Hardy’s cold, blue eyes held little welcome for her visitors as she peered up at them through steel-rimmed spectacles.
“You asked us to stop here before we went to bed,” Sue reminded her.
“Oh, yes. So I did. It’s a pity you couldn’t have come in a little earlier.”
“It isn’t often that we have a night off and passes to see a show,” replied Jane tartly.
Miss Hardy made no comment, but shuffled through a pile of papers at one corner of her desk. She selected a letter and scanned it rapidly.
“Either one of you girls decided what you’ll do when you leave tomorrow?” she asked.
“I haven’t been able to learn of a single job,” said Jane, “and Sue has been no more successful.”
“Then here is something that might interest you.”
Miss Hardy tossed the letter across the desk. Jane looked at the letterhead and her eyes blurred. It bore the name of the personnel manager of the Federated Airways.