Alice and Grace.

"I think it would be nice if we could obtain two large rooms and you
two would live with Sue and me. It might cut down our room rent and
with four of us living together, some one would be home most of the
time."

"My vote is yes," replied Grace.

"You can make it unanimous," smiled Alice. "I only hope we'll be
assigned to about the same runs so we can be at home at the same time."

When Miss Comstock called her name, Jane stepped forward and explained
their plan.

"Of course I have no objections," said the chief stewardess. She looked
at the list of prospective rooms on the sheet of paper in her hand.

"I think I have just the rooms for you. Mrs. Dennis Murphy has two fine
rooms and a sleeping porch adjoining. She is a widow and anxious to get
roomers."

Miss Comstock wrote Mrs. Murphy's address on a slip of paper.

"Go there first. If you don't like Mrs. Murphy's, telephone me here and
I'll give you some more suggestions."

The girls found a field car waiting outside the main entrance of the
administration building and the driver sped them toward the city.

Mrs. Murphy lived on a side street in a square, two-story frame house.
The yard was well kept and a broad, shady porch ran the full length of
the front of the house.

"I'll wait until you know whether you're going to stay," said the
driver.

Jane seemed to be the self-appointed leader of the group and she
hurried up the walk and knocked at the screen door.

"Come in," called a cheery voice from somewhere in the interior. Jane
hesitated for a moment.

"Go on in," Sue urged, so Jane opened the door and crossed the porch.

"I'm in the kitchen with me hands in bread dough," explained the voice,
in a rich, heavy Irish brogue and Jane knew that Mrs. Murphy in person
was at home.

A long hallway led past the living room and the dining room into the
kitchen, a large well-lighted room.

Mrs. Murphy, buxom and ruddy of cheek, looked up as Jane entered. Her
hands were deep in bread dough.

"Well, goodness sakes alive," she exclaimed when she saw Jane. "If I'd
known it was a stranger, I'd have answered the door. I thought it was
Mrs. McGillicuddy down the street, come to borrow something, for she's
always running in of a morning, being short of this or that, and having
to have a bit to get along until the delivery boy gets around."

"Oh, that's quite all right, Mrs. Murphy," smiled Jane. "I'm one of the
new stewardesses for the Federa