like to have daughters of veterans. Some of them are among our best. And now,” Marjory Mills’s voice was brisk again. “What do you think you’d like to do? Or, first, would you like to tell me your story?”

“I’d love to. How much time have I?” Sally looked at her watch.

“As much as you like.” Ensign Mills settled back in her chair. “Shoot!”

CHAPTER TWO THE RADIO FROM THE SKY

“I grew up, as every child must,” Sally began. “Until I was fifteen we weren’t rich, not terribly poor either so—”

“Middle class,” the examiner murmured. “Best people in the world.”

“And then something happened,” Sally announced.

“What was that?”

“I was in a meadow looking for a meadowlark’s nest when a radio fell from the sky.”

“You wouldn’t by any chance be kidding me—” Marjory Mills’s eyes opened wide.

“No—” Sally sat up straight. “No, I wouldn’t. It wasn’t a big radio, only a tiny one.”

“How far did it fall?”

“About seventy thousand feet.”

“Only about fourteen miles. Not much of a tumble after all.” Once again Marjory Mills’s eyes were wide.

“It didn’t hit the ground very hard. It wasn’t broken.”

Ensign Mills Interviewed Sally

“No, I suppose not.”

“Well, it wasn’t.” Sally talked rapidly. “It was attached to what was left of a large, paper balloon. As it went up, taking the radio with it, the balloon expanded. It got larger and larger. At seventy thousand feet the balloon burst and the radio came down.”

“I see,” said Marjory Mills.

“No—you don’t see. At least, I’m quite sure you don’t.” Sally half apologized. “The radio had been sent up by a very nice old man who wanted to know about the weather. 

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