EVERYTHING SEEMED TO be going wrong for Vicki. For one thing, she was in trouble about the Burton ticket business.
The very next morning after returning to New York, Vicki went straight to Miss Benson’s office at the airport, and reported the matter. Ruth Benson was kind, as always, but her brilliant gray eyes looked sharply at Vicki.
“I’ll have to let the superintendent know. And I’ll have to report to the ticket department,” Miss Benson said.
Vicki stared at the miniature silver and china knick-knacks on her adored “Benny’s” desk, and could think of nothing to say.
“Oh dear, Vicki! I wish this hadn’t happened! I’m afraid you were negligent.”
Vicki hung her ash-blonde head. “I hope this won’t leave a big black smudge on my record. I feel so foolish—but my record—I do so want to make
