“Don’t they?” burst forth Judy. “Why Kitty, they ought to send you overseas to sing to the boys behind the fighting lines.”
“Don’t make fun of me, Judy.”
Judy had really voiced a wish that lay in the deepest recesses of Kitty’s heart. To such a career as that her daydreaming had constantly taken her since war began. But its fulfillment seemed beyond her wildest dreams. The practical side of her nature had tried to still those high ambitions as she planned to go first into the WAVES, and later into Canteen work.
“You have a way with the boys that makes them laugh and cry, cheer and clap,” continued Sally.
“She sure has. That’s the sort of entertainer they ought to be thrilled to find,” added Judy.
Kitty didn’t tell them that a thousand times in her daydreaming she had visioned herself doing what she had just done. It had given her the greatest thrill she had ever known.
When she finished the dishes she had a free interval until another pile accumulated, so she went outside to find Brad. She was eager to know what he would think of her experience at the troop train.
“Say, Kit, they’re all crazy about your singing,” said Brad when she joined him.
“Thanks, Brad.”
“Captain Crawford heard you, and said you surely ought to be with the entertainers.”