“Oh! It’s not nearly as bad as that,” said the blonde examiner. “The fly did not escape. You will, I am sure.”

“Six months after the war is over.” Sally did not smile.

“Yes, that sounds a bit serious, doesn’t it?”

“It certainly does,” Sally agreed.

“It’s nice to have a sense of humor and also a serious side,” said the examiner. “We like them that way. You should get on well.”

“Thanks. I’m glad you think so.”

“My name is Marjory Mills. I won’t keep you long, at least not longer than you wish to stay.” Ensign Mills motioned Sally to a chair.

“By the way,” she said as she dropped into the opposite chair, “why did you want to join the WAVES?”

“It’s our war. We’re all in it. I hate the way the people of France, Belgium, and all the rest are treated. They’re slaves. They’ve got to be freed.”

“Yes, of course.”

“I’ve three cousins in the war. We were great pals. All the boys of our crowd are gone, and some of the girls.”

“Lonesome? Is that it?”

“No, not entirely. I want them to come back, never wanted anything quite so much. They can’t come back until we’ve done all we can to help them.”

“That’s true,” Ensign Mills spoke quietly. “You’re sure that it wasn’t romance, love of excitement, the desire to go places and see things that brought you here?”

Sally looked into the other girl’s eyes, then said:

“Yes, of course it was, in part. No one motive ever draws us into making a great decision, at least not often. Of course I dream of romance, adventure, and travel. Who doesn’t?”

“We all do,” Marjory Mills agreed frankly. “The only thing is, those can’t be our main motives. If they were we should meet disappointment and perhaps miserably fail. ‘Blood, sweat, and tears.’ That is what we have ahead of us.”

“Yes,” Sally replied soberly. “I know. My father has told me. He was in France for more than a year.”

“In the last war? Yes, then you would know. We 

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