“Oh, I don’t think it’s anything as serious as that. But I’ll tell you frankly I don’t trust Lieutenant Cary. He’s a man who’ll bear watching, all right. I heard that just a year before the war broke out he was studying surgery in Vienna and Berlin.”
CHAPTER FOUR
EMERGENCY FEEDING
Kitty was glad the sun was shining brightly Monday morning when she ran to the window to look out. She felt eager and ready to tackle the toughest sort of job. She could face her friends with new assurance now, for she was soon to be a part of the great army of workers dedicated to restoring peace to a troubled world.
For a while at least, while their gasoline allowance lasted, she was going back and forth in the launch, as that would save at least an hour each day in transportation time. Two other girls from the island were going to take the course with her and share those rides, so she felt justified in the use of gasoline. She had spent the early years of her life on the Gulf coast and was perfectly at home on the water. And how she loved it!
Vera Parsons had decided to add the Canteen course to her other lines of service, and Sally Bright’s sister, Lana, was joining also.
“I hope the course won’t be too dry,” mused Lana, when they were crossing the bay that first morning.
“It won’t be if Miss Pearson’s in charge,” Vera assured her. “She could put pep into a snail.”
“I wish I could begin work right now,” said Kitty. “I don’t see how I’ll have patience to wait to finish the courses.”
“There’s nothing to keep you from helping right now,” Vera told her. “There’re lots of Canteen Aides.”