“Sally, I’m going to find a baby for him to hold if there’s a young baby on this island!” Kitty whispered.
Sally wiggled her button nose as she, too, blinked back the tears. “Say, but that’s tough! Where’ll you find a young one, Kit? I don’t know where there’s a young baby.”
“I’ll find one. You’ll see,” said Kitty and dashed out to the telephone.
In two minutes she had Hazel Dawson on the phone. Surely she would know if any of the wives of the service men up at the hospital had young babies.
Hazel was rather surprised at Kitty’s unusual request, but after a little thought said, “Mrs. Harper’s baby is about ten days old. She came back from the hospital in town yesterday, I believe.”
“Do you think you could possibly arrange for me to bring Ned Miller up to see it?” asked Kitty.
“I’m sure they’d be glad to have him visit them,” Hazel said kindly. “Suppose you come past the hospital tomorrow at four-thirty when I get off duty and I’ll go with you.”
“Oh, you’re an angel! If you could only see this pathetic boy, you’d do anything in the world to make him a little happier.”
Kitty tried not to seem too excited over her success when she went back behind the bar. Mrs. Evans was still talking to Ned when she joined them.
“The Harpers have a young baby,” she said almost bluntly.