r shoulders. It had been just enough to arouse their
determination, and they had finished near the top of the class despite
the apparent prejudice of the supervisor.

It was nearly midnight when Jane and Sue pushed open the double doors
of Good Samaritan. Only the night lights illumined the halls and the
strained quiet which pervades a hospital at night had settled down over
the building.

The elevator boy had left his post half an hour before and they walked
the four flights of stairs to fourth floor back where the nurses lived.
Most of the girls were in the dormitory and the hall was almost
deserted as they neared the office of the supervisor. The door was
closed and they knocked discreetly. An irritated, tired voice bade them
enter. Jane opened the door.

Miss Hardy's cold, blue eyes held little welcome for her visitors as
she peered up at them through steel-rimmed spectacles.

"You asked us to stop here before we went to bed," Sue reminded her.

"Oh, yes. So I did. It's a pity you couldn't have come in a little
earlier."

"It isn't often that we have a night off and passes to see a show,"
replied Jane tartly.

Miss Hardy made no comment, but shuffled through a pile of papers at
one corner of her desk. She selected a letter and scanned it rapidly.

"Either one of you girls decided what you'll do when you leave
tomorrow?" she asked.

"I haven't been able to learn of a single job," said Jane, "and Sue has
been no more successful."

"Then here is something that might interest you."

Miss Hardy tossed the letter across the desk. Jane looked at the
letterhead and her eyes blurred. It bore the name of the personnel
manager of the Federated Airways.

Chapter Two

Opportunity Knocks

The pulses of the young nurses quickened as they read the letter and
they hardly heard Miss Hardy saying, "Of course, I haven't had time to
fully investigate this company and it seems a little foolhardy for any
young woman of common sense to seek such work."

That was typical of Miss Hardy. She was so conservative that anything
new seemed foolish.

Jane read the letter rapidly and Sue, looking over her shoulder, kept
pace with her. It was from Hubert Speidel, personnel manager of
Federated Airways.

"My dear Miss Hardy," the letter began. "For some time Federated
Airways has been considering a plan to improve its service to
passengers and to provide even further for their welfare and comfort
while they are guests