Jean Craig Grows Up

There were three speckled bobwhite eggs.
by KAY LYTTLETON
THE WORLD PUBLISHING COMPANY CLEVELAND AND NEW YORK
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“It does seem to me, kids,” said Kit in exasperation, “that when someone is trying to write, you might be a little quiet.”
The three at the end of the room paid no attention. Tommy was so absorbed in trying to see over Doris’ shoulder that he didn’t realize he was losing his balance. Perched on the back of the chair, he suddenly toppled over and landed squarely in Doris’ lap. With all the dignity of the eleven-year-old that he was, he picked himself up and resumed his perch.
“Cut it out, will you?” protested Doris. “You practically killed me.”
“Aw, I wasn’t doing anything.”
Jean was making plans for a party. The list of names lay before her, and she tapped her pencil on her nose thoughtfully as she eyed it.
“Now, listen, Jean,” Doris proposed. “I’ve got an idea. Why not roll up the living room rug and push the furniture back out of the way, so that we can play records and dance. We can ask all the kids who have records to bring a few with them. That way we won’t have to keep playing our same old records over and over. Don’t you think that would be fun?”
“OK. If we have plenty of cokes, potato chips, and pretzels on hand, we won’t need much else for refreshments, do you think? Or should we have hamburgers later, too?”