Kitty had so much on her mind that night she couldn’t sleep until after one o’clock. She didn’t even hear the alarm clock next morning, and was roused by the sunlight streaming across her bed. She pulled on her bathrobe and ran to the kitchen.
“What time is it?” she asked Jane.
“Eight o’clock. Yo’ Pah done et breakfus and went to de horsepital.”
“Why didn’t you call me?”
“Wa’n’t no use to bother you. You wus sleepin’ jus’ like a sho nuff kitten.”
“But there was something special I wanted to talk to Dad about this morning.”
“You’ll see him tonight.”
“But I’m going with a bunch of Canteen workers to fix supper for the boys on the beach late this afternoon.”
Kitty had just started back to her room when the phone rang. She found it was Hazel Dawson.
“Listen, dear, I heard you say once you always go to town on Saturday morning,” came her friend’s voice over the wire.