“You may forget that.” Belle smiled an odd smile. “You’ve practically had yours already.”

“I? Had mine?”

You Mean I’ll Have To Drop From the Sky?

“Sure. I’m one of the examiners. This is my hour off. When your time comes, just ask to be examined by Ensign Belle Mason. We’ll get it over with in a jiffy.

“And now—” Belle stood up. “I must get back to my post and help solve other cases that are really difficult. It’s nice to have had a talk with you.”

“It—it’s been wonderful.” Then Belle Mason was gone.

That evening after they had eaten their dinner in an attractive college dining room, the two girls, Sally and Barbara, walked slowly back to their room.

Already Sally was beginning to know what her examiner had meant when she said, speaking of the life at Mt. Morris, “You’ll love it.”

Sally had never even dreamed of a college education. There was not nearly enough money for that, but now here she was a student in a real college.

“It’s quite an old college, isn’t it?” Barbara said.

“One of the oldest in New England,” Sally agreed. “And one of the most beautiful. See how the sun shines through those great, old elms.”

“And how the ivy clings to the red brick walls. It’s wonderful. I could almost forgive the war, just because it’s given us a new sort of life. But, oh, gee!” Barbara exclaimed. “Just, think of having to drop from way up there in the sky!”

“Who said we had to?” Sally demanded sharply.

“Not all of us, just me, perhaps.”

Barbara told her of the impromptu interview.

“Well, if you have to go up, I’ll go with you,” Sally declared.

“You wouldn’t!”

“Why not? If I’m to work with radio, I may be sent up as a radioman for a bomber. Then I’ll want to know just how to step out into thin air.”

“All right!” Barbara exclaimed. “It’s a date. If I step through a hole in the sky, you’re to come stepping right after me.”

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