She was gone.

“Sally Scott! How did you get down that way?” Nancy exclaimed as Sally came racing up the second story ladder, instead of coming down from the attic.

“I—I found a new way to get down and, and I found a nice new boy,” Sally panted. “He wants to buy us a coke. Come on, let’s go.”

“Sally, you didn’t,” Nancy protested. “Besides, there’s a scratch on your face. It’s bleeding.”

“All right then, I didn’t.” Sally dabbed at her cheek. “You won’t believe me if I tell you the truth.”

“Try me.”

“All right then, after I got the wire all fixed. I fell off the roof, landed in a tree and hung to a branch as long as I could and what do you think?”

“A nice boy caught you. And you expect me to believe that?”

“All right, then don’t. Anyway the wire is up.”

“And now we can get London, Paris, and Berlin. Come on. Let’s try.”

“No,” Sally seized Nancy’s arm. “The nice boy is real. Come on, let’s go.”

“You wouldn’t go looking like that?”

“I’ll wash the blood off my face. We’ve got to get in uniform. Must wear them even off duty, you know!”

So Sally was off to the washroom to bathe her cheek.

“Now I ask you,” Nancy challenged the empty air, “how can they hope to make a WAVE out of a girl like that?”

Sally was back in a minute and slipped into her uniform. Nancy was ready a moment later and then they were down the stairs and out into the night.

“This is Nancy McBride.” Sally introduced her companion to the flying sailor who had stepped out into the moonlight.

“I’m pleased to meet you, Nancy. I’m Danny Duke,” he said. “Distant relative of the famous Dukes, so distant that they never even sent me a package of Duke’s mixture. Do you also walk in your sleep? And may I be looking for you on the roof tops?”

“Sally wasn’t walking in her sleep,” said 

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