“He’s fine. I saw him yesterday. But he’s awful lonesome and wants to hear from Whit.”
“Say, this is a bit of luck!”
“Give me Whit’s address.” ordered Kitty. “I promised Uncle Mose I’d write a letter for him and send it to his young ‘Massa’ if I could get the address. Imagine meeting you!”
“And imagine meeting you!” The young man took out a card and scribbled an address rapidly on it. As he handed it down to Kitty he also gave her a dollar. “Take that and buy the old man some ‘baccy’ for his pipe. Tell him it’s from Whit.”
The train was beginning to move now, and Kitty trotted along beside it, handing up the last bar of chocolate from her tray. “What’s your name?” she called.
“Kenneth Turner. My name and address are on back of the card, too. Write and let me know what Uncle Mose says. Say, what’s your name?” he yelled as an after-thought, when it was almost too late.
“Kitty Carter,” she laughingly called back.
Then with a final wave he was gone as he drew his head inside the window, leaving Kitty rather dazed as she looked at the card and the dollar in her hand. These were positive proof that the thing had really happened.
On the way back to the Canteen Kitty told the other workers of her experience. “You could never believe such a thing as that would happen. Why, it was only yesterday that I met Uncle Mose for the first time, when we ate our supper over on Terrapin Island. It’s really a small world after all.”
“Yeah, real small,” said Vera sourly, “where everybody knows everybody’s business.”