THE SURPRISE THAT NAN Connor had promised turned out to be grand indeed. On the three week ends following, each girl flew with experienced stewardesses on observation flights. Vicki’s delight was almost matched by that of Celia, who could only gasp, and of Tessa, who went around declaiming scraps of poetry, both appropriate and inappropriate. Jean Cox pretended to be very professional and offhand. Actually she was feverishly excited. Charmion bloomed with work to do, and Dot Crowley tried hard to be meek and mild, with a string tied around her finger as a reminder.
Vicki herself quietly floated from hotel to classes and back, eyes shining, saying nothing, and thereby winning a completely undeserved reputation for poise.
Her quiet manner was absolutely misleading, for Vicki’s fair head wa
