“Of course, they’ll be delighted to have you, my dear. Come over to the station wagon, and I’ll give you some leaflets telling about our work.”
“Wait a minute till I get Billy. He’ll be sure to fall in the pond if I go out of sight.”
“You go ’long. I’ll look after Billy,” volunteered Brad. “I like that boy. He’s enough like my oldest sister’s kid to be his twin.”
As they turned toward the station wagon that had brought over the Canteen supplies, Kitty began to have misgivings.
“Maybe I can’t do this sort of thing at all. You know I majored in music at school.”
“You like to eat, don’t you?” retorted Miss Pearson in that snappy, business-like way she had.
“I’ll say, and cook, too! It’s one of my hobbies.”
“Well then, what are you worrying about?”
She reached to the car seat and took out a brief case packed with notebooks and leaflets.
“This little book will tell you what the Canteen Corps is.”