“Tired?” she asked sympathetically. Somehow she felt strangely drawn to this older woman. She judged Ensign Dawson to be somewhere in her thirties. Evidently she had already seen real action. On her coat she wore the yellow ribbon for South Pacific service, and two stars indicating she had been in two major engagements. Her eyes held the shadowed, yet kindly light of one who eased much suffering.
“Not too tired,” she replied to Kitty’s question as she forced a smile to her lips. She studied the girl’s face thoughtfully a moment before she added, “So you’re Kitty Carter.”
“They say I look like Dad.”
“You do. I had no trouble recognizing you. Wherever your dad is he always keeps your picture and Billy’s on his desk.”
“Then You Are Miss Dawson,” Kitty Said
“So you’ve served with him before?”
“We worked together several months in the Pacific, and were in the same hospital at Annapolis.”