Canteens (Establishments) -- Juvenile fiction; World War, 1939-1945 -- Juvenile fiction
“We could have taken him up with us,” she said, embarrassed that she
had failed to invite him specifically before she had gone to phone her
father.
“He said he had to stop on the way up to see a friend,” Brad explained.
“He left his thanks to you for giving him a lift.” Then to Kitty’s
amazement Brad added in a low tone through almost closed teeth, “Good
riddance, if you ask me!”
That night at supper Kitty gave her father an account of her unusual
afternoon, the main point of which was to tell him she wanted to begin
Canteen training.
“I’m proud of you, Kitty, that you wouldn’t give up till you found some
way you could serve under the circumstances,” said her father.
“Then you do think I can do it?”
“Of course. There’s nothing to prevent it.”
“We’ll have to pay Jane extra to stay with Billy the nights I’m on
duty. Can we afford that?”
“Certainly, my dear. I’ve been thinking we might fix up that room
behind the kitchen so Jane can be here all the time.”
“That’s a swell idea, Dad. I’d think she’d be glad to have a place rent
free. Last week she had to borrow money to pay her rent.”
They talked over further details of the new arrangement for their
combination nurse and cook. But even while they discussed their
domestic problems Kitty’s mind kept going back to the meeting between
Lieutenant Cary and Ensign Dawson.
Finally she blurted out, “Dad, did you ever know Willard Dawson,
Hazel’s brother?”
He glanced at her sharply. “No, he left before I came. I was sent to
take his place.”
“Then he worked a while with Lieutenant Cary?”
“Of course. Cary has been here six months. But why do you ask?”
Then Kitty attempted to give him an account of the meeting on the
launch, and the animosity she felt existed between the two strangers.
Her father tried to brush her suspicions aside. “You mustn’t get the
habit of attributing motives to every little thing people do, Kitty.
Often people are merely tired or preoccupied, and their coolness has no
significance at all.”
But Kitty was not satisfied with this explanation. She felt that her
father knew much more about the mysterious Willard Dawson than he had
revealed.
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CHAPTER THREE
THE USO PARTY
All the next day, though Kitty had many obligations and numerous things
on her mind, her thoughts continually returned to the peculiar
circumstances of her boat ride from town. There was something very
mysterious about the whole business. She felt certain her father had
evaded telling her all he might have. Was the new nurse involved in
some mystery?
Suddenly Kitty recalled Brad’s worried expression at the meeting of the
two. He looked like one who suspected the cause of the disharmony.
Though she could not question Nurse Dawson there was no reason why she
shouldn’t talk to Brad about what had happened. Maybe she would see him
at the USO party Saturday night.
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