“I’ll have to plead guilty!” But Brad’s hearty laugh betrayed no sense of guilt. “When I saw you sitting on that bench looking so pensive I said to myself, ‘Now there’s a pretty girl who needs cheering.’”
“And we women have the idea it’s the service men who need cheering,” said Hazel.
Kitty laughed in spite of her chagrin. “Well. I’ll have to hand it to you for being a cheerer-upper,” she admitted.
“How did he stir up your interest in Canteen work?” asked Hazel, entering gayly into their banter.
Kitty gave a sprightly account of their meeting, and ended by saying. “And before I knew what had happened I had practically joined the Canteen Corps and invited Brad to ride home with us.”
“But you can bet she wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t been coming along. I know Kitty’s kind. She’s a stickler for form.”
“Oh, not really!”
“Just the same it’ll do you no end of good being a Canteen worker,” Brad persisted.
Kitty was about to make a saucy retort when Billy piped up. “Look, Kit, there’s the Red Cross station wagon!”
Sure enough they were passing the park where the station wagon was being loaded again. Miss Pearson glanced her way and waved.