Below them winked the revolving beacons which lighted the transcontinental airway at night. Occasionally they sighted the dim gleams from some prairie town.
Mrs. Van Verity Vanness let the magazine drop into her lap as she closed her eyes, now thoroughly relaxed and without fear of anything happening to the plane. It was 11:30 and Jane leaned over and spoke to her companion.
“I’ll bring the bouillon and sandwiches right away. Then you can go to sleep.”
Mrs. Van Verity Vanness nodded contentedly and Jane went back to her pantry.
The bouillon, golden brown, smelled delicious as it gurgled out of the thermos jug and the sandwiches were almost paper thin with a tasty filling of olives and salad dressing.
Jane put the lunch on a silver tray and carried it into the cabin where she placed it on a small portable table which she had put between the seats.
“Several hours ago I thought I’d never be able to eat again,” smiled the woman of millions, “but this actually appeals to me.”
Jane agreed, for Miss Comstock had personally prepared the lunch and it should be delicious. The bouillon was expertly flavored and the sandwiches were the kind that made even the daintiest eaters hunger for more.
When the last sandwich had disappeared and the second cup of bouillon was only a memory, Mrs. Van Verity Vanness leaned back in her chair and smiled happily.
“You’re a wonder,” she told Jane. “I think I’ll ask the company to send you clear through to New York with me.”