Just as he came to the conclusion that Panama must have forgotten him and it might be advisable to refresh the sergeant’s memory, Williams let out a roar that completely upset the boy’s nerves. “Over there, lame brain! Move before I come and help you!” Elinor, along with the rest of the San Diego flying instruction group, had been transferred to the Pensacola base, arriving the same time as Lefty. He had seen her earlier in the day and had had an opportunity to speak with her for one brief moment. Now, as he stood perspiring and working over the wing of a plane with soap and water, she walked directly by him. Just as she passed the boy, the bottom of her regulation cape caught in the wiring on the wing and the button at the neck fell off, dropping in the pail of water at Lefty’s feet. As she looked after the absent button, somewhat perplexed, her eyes met Lefty’s and the broad smile beaming upon his face. He reached into the pail, retrieving the lost accessory and, holding it in his hand for her to reclaim, said, “If I wasn’t so busy, I’d sew it on!” Elinor, remembering the incident in the Senior Medical Officer’s reception room, smiled good-humoredly and helped along the situation by replying, “Are you always busy?” Lefty dropped his soap and brush, gazing down at the lovely girl hopefully at this welcome sign of encouragement. “Well—I’m not busy to-night!” A mischievous twinkle shone in Elinor’s eyes and, as she started to walk away, replied, “That’s just too bad, Private Phelps, because I am!” “Well, how about to-morrow night?” Lefty called after her. “Still busier!” she said, continuing on her way across the field. “Then maybe you won’t be so busy on Saturday? That’s a good night to sew on buttons!” Elinor stopped and turned back, smiling, then glanced down at the large, black single lettered vision card she was carrying. Holding the card up in plain view, she covered all the letters with her fingers except a large “O” and “K.” A big, triumphant, boyish grin spread over Lefty’s face as he sensed Elinor’s way of acknowledging the engagement, and he returned to his task on the plane with renewed vigor. Elinor hadn’t gone far when she felt someone alongside of her. Turning, she found that her self-appointed escort was no other than Sergeant Williams. “Hello, Panama!” she greeted the Marine warmly. “Where have you been keeping yourself?” “Oh, places!” he said, “Gee, I haven’t seen you for a long time!” “I’ve been awfully busy,” she explained. “I understand. But say, I’ve been wanting to ask you—what are you doing Saturday night?” Elinor nervously toyed with the ends of the vision card, managing to explain tactfully that she would be busy on Saturday. Then she noticed the evident disappointment plainly visible on Panama’s face and added, “You see, the sewing circle is going to meet and——” Panama laughed and interrupted by chiding, “Well, I guess I wouldn’t be much use at a sewing circle!”