The tears ran down the doctor's cheeks and she made no effort to wipe them away.
After a while Jean looked up.
"I'm going to write to Gregory and tell him. I don't want to see him—till he knows."
Dr. Mary snuffled. "Here endeth the Congress."
Jean smiled. "Mary, a dozen other women can run the Congress and I don't give a whoop who goes on with it. Josephine Grimes can take it over if she likes."
Through the tears the blue eyes twinkled.
"Jean, you're the—most glorious—fool in the world—and I'd like to shake you."
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
"How do you like it?" Margaret turned, looking back over her shoulder to Gregory. Her fair hair and white shoulders rose from a swathing of cloudy fabric that showed now palest pink, now mauve, now faintly blue.
"It's ripping!"