EARLY MONDAY MORNING Vicki and Jean reluctantly abandoned beds, breakfast, and the beautiful hotel to report to Stewardess School.
“Now we begin!” Vicki exulted. “Now! The real thing! The only trouble is”—she stopped to yawn—“it feels so early in the morning this morning.”
“Never mind that. First we conquer subways to get to Stewardess School.”
Jean, brisk and wide awake, and a sleepy Vicki trotted out into the New York streets, and dived into the subway. They battled through swirling crowds of people, through a confusion of roaring trains, asked their way through a series of escalators and platforms.
“My freshly pressed suit!” Vicki moaned. “Your stepped-on shoes! When they see us at the school, they won’t let us in.”
“Be nonchalant like me,” Jean replied blithely.
“I’m an old hand
