When Kitty faced the head cook squarely he seemed such a hearty, good-natured sort her suspicions evaporated like the steam above his coffee cup.
“So you’re now a full-fledged Canteen worker.” Though Lieutenant Cary’s smile and words were friendly enough his tone held a slight cynicism.
“I wasn’t a bit prouder when I donned my cap and gown at graduation from college, than when I put on my uniform the first time,” she said frankly.
“They got something when they got you, young lady,” spoke up Krome warmly. “These sandwiches ain’t to be sneezed at.”
“Why, I’m thrilled that you think so! They tell me you can serve some very good things over at the hospital, and I can vouch for it myself the few times I’ve eaten there.”
“So you’re Chief Carter’s daughter?”
“And proud I am to have the honor.”
Krome finished the last crumb of his sandwich, and said, “How about giving me the recipe for that sandwich filling?”
Kitty looked disconcerted. “If you feed the boys on it at the hospital they may not want our sandwiches down here.”
“I’ll promise not to do that.”