“There’s no time for a dress rehearsal,” smiled Jane, but she turned around slowly so the others could see her in the complete outfit.
“You look grand,” whispered Grace. “Every pilot on the line will be in love with you before morning.”
“I won’t see every pilot,” retorted Jane.
“Maybe not, but they’ll hear about you,” Grace insisted.
In the smoke-green uniform Jane was indeed an attractive figure. The coat was cut smartly and there were fashionable box pleats in the skirt. The beret, set at a jaunty angle, had only one ornament, a pair of silver wings. Shoes and hose to match the suit completed the ensemble.
Jane took a final glance in the mirror. What she saw there was pleasing and she ran downstairs, the others following her closely.
“I’m off on my first trip,” she called to Mrs. Murphy, who was reading in the front room. “I’ll be in Chicago tomorrow morning.”
“A safe trip, bless you,” called Mrs. Murphy, who had taken an exceedingly motherly interest in the girls.
“Will you bring us back if we go to the field?” Alice asked the driver of the airport car.
“Sorry, Miss, but I’m through in fifteen minutes. This is my last trip to town.”