“Oh, no, nor that traitors from our shores can’t slip out to waiting subs. And, of course, we know that’s being done all the time.”
“Brad, wouldn’t it be wonderful if you and I could do something to nip that sort of thing in the bud?”
“Kit, don’t be too sure we can do anything about it. We’re dealing with clever crooks, with devilishly keen minds.”
A few minutes later when Brad paused at Kitty’s door she said, “Can’t you come in and have dinner with us? Jane always fixes something a little extra because Dad eats dinner with us at noon on Sundays.”
“You’re a peach, Kit! It really would feel good to stick my feet under a home table once more.”
Mr. Carter made Brad welcome while Kitty went back to have Jane set an extra place at the table.
They were half through dinner when Billy said, “Dad, let’s go boat riding. You promised to take me some time.”
“So you did, Dad, as soon as the weather was mild enough. It couldn’t be a more perfect day to get out.”
Mr. Carter glanced at Brad and said, “They forget a war’s on, and we have to use gasoline sparingly.”
“What’s wrong with a bit of rowing?” suggested Brad. “A little exercise like that would do me good.”