“Depends on how hungry we are and what you want.”
Mimi wouldn’t dare tell how famished she was. It wouldn’t be polite.
“I had thought we’d go on in, if you all can last another half hour, and eat at a waffle place I know. It is off of the main ‘drag’ and while it will likely be swamped too, they can take care of us and I believe you all would like it.”
“Shall we check in at the hotel and freshen up first?” Dit asked.
“I think you look swell as you are. This is what I’d planned. Speak now, all three of you, or forever after hold your peace, if it doesn’t suit.”
“O. K.,” the three agreed.
“I thought we’d go to the waffle house and eat just as we are. Then I’ll get you all settled in your room. While I go out to the House to change, you all can rest, dress, do what you please. Then we’ll put the kids in a good movie and we’ll do the town.” This last was to Dit.
“Couldn’t be better,” was the verdict.
That’s how Mimi and Betsy found themselves jammed in the lobby of a movie waiting for the feature to be over so they could find a seat.
“If Mrs. Cole could see us now,” Betsy exclaimed, “no brother, no chaperon, no ball-and-chain of any description, she’d faint.” Mimi felt like a bird out of a cage too, as they watched.