“It’s about time you were getting in,” she exclaimed. “The field has been calling every fifteen minutes. Miss Comstock wants you to telephone her right away. Next time you go to a show, let me know where you’re going.”
“Oh, I’m sorry it was so much trouble,” said Jane.
“’Twas no trouble,” smiled Mrs. Murphy, “but the field has been very anxious to locate you.”
Jane hastened to the telephone and put in a call for the airport. A summons at that time of night was puzzling for class work was over hours before and none of the girls had been assigned to regular duty. That was to come day after tomorrow, when the final minor alterations on their uniforms had been completed and the last test passed.
The other girls crowded near the telephone, all of them anxious for the news from the field.
The operations office answered promptly and Jane gave them her name. The night manager poured his message into her ear in a staccato too fast for the other girls to hear. Jane tingled all over as she listened and her reply was mechanical.
“I’ll be there right away,” she promised.
“Where are you going right away?” demanded Sue.
“Chicago,” smiled Jane, turning from the telephone and dashing upstairs two steps at a time.
The other girls raced after to find Jane in her room already pulling off her dress.