“He’s like that.” Cherry’s lips went white. “He never tells of such things. But just think! He nearly crashed!” “So near I closed my eyes,” Dave replied admiringly. “Young Lord,” he thought. “Not a bad name for a chap like that!” _Chapter VI_ Lady Spies When Jock had gone stomping out to follow the Young Lord on his tour of inspection, Dave found himself alone with Cherry. “Listen, Cherry.” He was more excited than the girl had ever known him to be. “I’ve got a grand idea!” “That’s what England needs right now,” the girl laughed nervously. “Just think what happened today, and is likely to happen more and more.” “That’s just it!” Dave leaned forward eagerly. “In all of England there are thousands of anxious people, millions, really, who need a touch of youthful cheer. And you can give it to them!” “I?” The girl caught her breath. “How?” “By singing for them as you sang for us tonight—singing over the radio.” “Oh—o!” Cherry drew in a long breath. “I hadn’t thought of doing that. You—you see, I’m only a local song bird in a little country village. Easter at the church, you know, Christmas carols, parties, and all that. But the radio! I—I—just—” “Don’t say you couldn’t,” Dave pleaded. “Please say you’ll try. We must each do our bit.” He had forgotten for the moment that this was not his war. “Yes, I know,” Cherry breathed. “There’s mother, you know. She was a World War nurse. Now she’s directing an entire ward. Alice has her refugee children. And I—I just sit in the sun and tend the sheep.” “Yes. And you might be the most talked-of girl in England!” Dave was bursting with his new idea. “Just go up to London with me tomorrow. My uncle has a trans-Atlantic news broadcast. He’ll arrange it all. Wi—will you go?” “Sure! Shake on it.” The girl put out a slim hand. “It’s just as I thought,” declared the Little Lord, as the men came stomping back into the room a moment later. “Those bombs were rather small. A Messerschmitt can’t carry a heavy load. But they can keep all of England on edge with their nuisance flight.” “Cheerio!” Cherry sprang to her feet. “At least one Messerschmitt has ceased to be a nuisance, and that, I’m told, is because a certain Young Lord learned how to fly long ago.” “All part of a day’s work,” the Young Lord grinned. “I’d like just such a scrap every morning before breakfast.” At that the cook brought in cakes and steaming coffee and they all took seats by the great broad three-inch thick table that had served the Ramsey family for more than a hundred years. In the meantime Alice was telling her young refugees the promised spy story. “Once,” she began, “in that other terrible war, the one in which my father and your grandfather fought, there were two spies named Louise and Charlotte.” “Oh!” Tillie exclaimed with a sudden start. “Are there really lady spies?” “To be sure,” was the quiet reply.