Rosemary Sample adjusted her jauntycap carefully, smoothed out her well-tailoredsuit, then lowering her head, steppedfrom her trans-continental airplane.
Oh yes, that was Rosemary’s plane. Rosemarywas still young, and she looked evenyounger than her years. A slender slip of agirl was Rosemary, rather pretty, too, with atouch of natural color and a dimple in eachcheek, white even teeth, smiling eyes of deepestblue.
Strange sort of person to have a huge bi-motoredplane with two 555 horse-powermotors and a cruising speed of one hun