Canteens (Establishments) -- Juvenile fiction; World War, 1939-1945 -- Juvenile fiction
Billy and Kitty Waved to the Tall Man 10
“Then You Are Miss Dawson,” Kitty Said 25
“We’ll Be Glad to Have You,” Mrs. Evans Said 37
A Spurt of Flame Ran Across the Boy’s Shoe 51
“What’s So Interesting There?” Brad Asked 65
“How About Asking Hazel Over Tonight?” 77
“You’re Not Silly at All,” Kitty Told Him 89
“What Do You Want Here?” Punaro Asked Them 105
Kitty Caught the Surprise on Her Father’s Face 113
“The Coast Guard Saw It All,” Ned Told Them 125
“I Sho’ Gits Lonesome,” the Old Negro Said 141
Kitty Glanced at the Hard-Featured Man 157
Billy Moaned and Tossed Restlessly 169
“You May Have Picked up a Missing Link!” 183
Brad Suddenly Turned to Kitty 195
“Brad, Are You Hurt?” Kitty Wailed 209
She Helped Him Across the Dock 217
“Don’t Move or I’ll Shoot!” 225
“Oh, Hazel,” Kitty Said, “I’m Delighted!” 241
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[Illustration: _Billy and Kitty Waved to the Tall Man_]
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KITTY CARTER
Canteen Girl
CHAPTER ONE
THEY ALSO SERVE
“Oh, Kitty, look!” Little Billy Carter jumped up and down in delight
beside his tall sister. “There’s Daddy!”
“Where?” Kitty asked as she searched the files of marching troops for a
look at her dad.
Billy pointed with his chubby finger. “Yonder! The straightest, bestest
of all!”
Then Kitty’s heart swelled with pride, too, as she watched a tall man
with the other medical officers from the Naval hospital. They were all
wonderful, those rhythmical, moving lines of blue, green and khaki, but
for the two Carters the heart and soul of it all was the Chief
Pharmacist’s Mate they called Dad. They were sure the war could never
be won without him.
It was a gala day in Bayport, for every organization had turned out to
boost the Community Chest drive. Now a military band was passing, while
Billy’s small feet kept time, and scuffed out the soles of his shoes.
Kitty had had no idea a six-year-old could wear out so many shoes till
she had come home from college a short time ago. Was it really only a
few weeks ago? To Kitty it seemed ages, for her whole program of life
had been changed in that time.
“There come the WACs, to give Hitler whacks,” Billy prattled.
“And there are the WAVES, our American braves.”
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