Canteens (Establishments) -- Juvenile fiction; World War, 1939-1945 -- Juvenile fiction
Her father threw back his head and laughed. “Now, now, you mustn’t be
suspicious of everyone who has a slightly olive cast to his complexion.”
“He has a very Italian name, too.”
“You seem to forget they’re fighting on our side now.”
“Yes, but some of them here are still friends of the Hitlerites.”
Knowing from experience that money could often make a person forget
unpleasant things Mr. Carter took out his billfold. “Guess you’d like a
little change for the trip to town.”
Kitty laughed. “You’ve never known me to refuse money, have you, Dad?”
“Not yet.” He handed her a bill. “You might get Billy that ball and
mitt he’s been begging for. It’ll soon be warm enough for him to play
outdoors all day. Maybe the ball will keep him from climbing so many
trees.”
Kitty smiled. “He’s a regular monkey when it comes to trees. When I
take him to the park he picks out the tallest and climbs up it like a
cat.”
“I’m afraid Nina spoiled him, letting him climb that old magnolia in
our yard back home.”
“Dear Aunt Nina, how I miss her.” Kitty sighed as she put the money
into her purse. “Yours is the second order for playthings I’ve had this
morning.”
“Why? Billy ordered something else?”
“Not Billy. Hazel Dawson wants me to get her a set of chessmen.”
“Hazel wants a set of chessmen,” he said, puzzled.
“Seems to be getting quite a fad. Lieutenant Cary plays every time he
comes to the USO hall.”
“Oh.” Mr. Carter’s tone carried a world of meaning.
“Oddly enough it’s generally with someone from the galley. First it was
Chief Krome and last night it was that young fellow, Punaro, who was in
here just now.”
Kitty’s watching eyes caught the surprised look that came into her
father’s face.
“Dad, how long has Punaro been in the service?”
“I don’t know. Two or three months, I imagine.”
She felt he was annoyed with her, but couldn’t keep from saying, “It
doesn’t take so many months for them to show their true colors, does
it?”
“Why so much interest in this raw recruit?”
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[Illustration: _Kitty Caught the Surprise on Her Father’s Face_]
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“Some things have happened recently to stir my curiosity,” she answered
evasively. Her father’s attitude repelled her further confidences, nor
did she feel this was the place to talk too much. But she was
determined to learn the one fact for which she had come.
“I must go now, Dad. But tell me one more thing.”
“Anything you want to know except military secrets,” he replied,
becoming playful again, because she was so serious.
“Why do they haul the hospital refuse away on a barge instead of
burning it in the incinerator as they do in other hospitals?”
“We had an explosion at the incinerator several weeks ago. For some
reason they’ve been slow in getting it fixed.”
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