CHAPTER 19PEGGY’S LOG
The holiday rush continued right through Christmas day.
The three girls had a tiny tree in their apartment, completely overshadowed by the big boxes from home. But they had to open their packages at different times because Inez was on her regular trip Christmas Eve, and Jane had to go to Washington. Peggy’s maximum hours had been filled so she had the day off.
Tex gave her a receipt for ten hours flying time at Brewster’s private field, and she could scarcely wait for clear, cold days in the week between Christmas and New Year’s, so she could log them toward the coveted two hundred hours of solo.
The very next day was crisp and clear, and she was dressing in her warmest suit and fur jacket to go to the field, when the telephone rang.
It was Tex. “How would you li
