“I’ve had a few worries myself over supplies,” he said, and Kitty saw the furrow deepen between his brows.
“How’s that, Dad?” she asked eagerly, hoping he would open up about what was on his mind.
“Oh, you have problems enough without being burdened with mine,” he said.
Kitty ate the last half of her muffin with some orange-blossom honey, then she sat looking thoughtfully at her father. She had been so absorbed in her own activities lately she had paid scant heed to his failing appetite. Now she realized he had eaten very little for several days.
“Dad, don’t you think you’d better take a tonic or something?” she said finally. “Your appetite is just about gone.”
He tried to laugh off her anxiety. “Oh, I’ll pick up in a day or so. I’ve been rather preoccupied with things at the office.”
His admission gave her a start. “Anything wrong?”
“Nothing that can’t be adjusted in time, I hope.”
“You couldn’t tell me about it?”
“No sense in burdening you with my problems. Kitty. You have enough on your shoulders now.”