“That’s why I asked you where they dumped it. I went there Saturday afternoon.”
“You and Billy alone?”
She nodded. “But I had a good reason for wanting to go, Dad, a very good reason.”
He looked puzzled, but his tone was not unkind when he said, “I can’t imagine any reason that would take a sensitive girl like you out to a dump pile.”
“I know you think I’m crazy. But it’s a long story and I’ll have to start at the beginning.”
“Well, sit back calmly and stop twisting that pillow.”
Kitty tossed the pillow to the other end of the couch and burst into tears. “Oh Dad, I’ve been so miserable for the last twenty-four hours I could die. It’s all because I’m too proud. I wanted to do something big for my country—something spectacular. I’ve let it make me indifferent to everything else.”
“You’re doing what you can, Kitten, in your Canteen work.”
“Yes, I love that, but I wanted to do even more. I thought I could uncover the work of some saboteurs. I—I tried even to keep it all from you, to do it all myself, that is Brad and I.”
“Kitty, calm yourself,” her father said almost severely. “You’re being very incoherent. Tell me what all this is about.”