Sally Scott of the WAVES

It was mid-afternoon of a cloudy day in early autumn. Sally Scott glided to the one wide window in her room and pulled down the shade. Then, with movements that somehow suggeste...

“Well, it wasn’t.” Sally talked rapidly. “It was attached to what was left of a large, paper balloon. As it went up, taking the radio with it, the balloon expanded. It got large...

In the meantime, with a worried look still on her face, Barbara sat at a small table drinking hot chocolate while her companion, in the chic blue WAVES suit, enjoyed a coke.

They marched until their legs ached and their feet were sore, but all the time their officers were so kind and all their companions so friendly that it did not seem to matter.

There was a glorious hour at sunset in every day of work when Sally was free to do as she chose. What she chose more often than not, in the days that followed, was to visit a ce...

During the week-days that followed, there were no more long night trysts over the secret radio. Sally had a record to maintain. She had resolved at the very beginning to be one...

And then, like autumn leaves caught in a miniature whirlwind, they were sent spinning away in all directions. There was one happy evening hour when Sally, Nancy, Barbara, and Da...

“It _is_ wonderful,” Nancy replied thoughtfully. “Florida, the blue, blue sea, and these lovely quarters! It’s really hard to believe, but, you know, this isn’t the sort of thin...

The place Sally and Silent Storm entered a few hours later was a California-type bungalow hidden among the trees. The windows were small and high. “No chance for spying here,” S...

Fifty seconds is not a lot of time but Sally had taken her chute training seriously. In just that many seconds she did several things. She pulled her ripcord, waited breathless,...

Three weeks later Sally was again on those fine waters. Again it was night. Once more the city painted its many colored pictures against the sky. But how strangely different was...

Sally awoke with a start. She had had a strange dream. In the dream three of her best friends had stood by her berth looking down at her. The older of the three said:

Presently Riggs came hurrying back. Nancy and Sally remained in the radio room, dividing their time between listening for messages from the outside world, and watching with awe...

That evening at the hour when Silent Storm had promised to be waiting at his Florida airport to receive any urgent message Sally might send, Sally sat alone in her cabin. Her fi...

Before falling asleep that night Sally found two faces appearing and disappearing before her tired eyes. By drawing on her memory she had been able to recall the face of Erma St...

“The thing that most of us are interested in,” Fred corrected her. “Some people never get their minds off themselves for long. Miss Stone is like that. You never worked in a lar...

That same night, after dreaming of being in the old garden swing beneath the apple tree at home, and of swinging higher and higher until the swing broke, letting her down on her...

When Sally awoke, hours later, the sun was shining. Great billowing waves with no foam on their crests were rolling their ship up and down. The worst of the storm was over.

In the hours that followed every nerve was tense. They had won another battle but not without loss. The terrors of war at sea had come to stand out before every WAVE on board in...

As she lay there in her berth, still too tired and dreamy to do more than think, all the events of the past few months seemed to pass in review before her mind’s eye.

“That will be a pleasure,” said Silent Storm, sensing at once that something big regarding Sally’s secret radio was in the offing. “But why don’t we have the dinner at my house?...