“I know—of course not.” She brushed her hand across her eyes and back over her forehead.
“That’s something we’ve all got to do—every man and woman in the country—or there won’t be any homes left for us to be happy in.”
“You’re so sensible. It’s such a comfort to have someone to talk to—just to sit here with me!”
“Gosh! I haven’t done anything!”
Just then Kitty heard the long-expected footsteps in the hall and jumped up. Fortunately they had the sun parlor to themselves. All other visitors had long since gone home. Her father’s face told her at once that the situation was better than they feared.
“A strep infection,” he said in answer to her eager question. “We’ll soon knock that out with the sulfa drug.”
“What a relief! I think I would have died had it been anything worse.”
“That’s bad enough if not caught in time,” her father stated.
“How in the world do you suppose he got it?”
“There’s been a lot of it here at the hospital.”