“But what will we do without you?”
“I was coming to that. You see, daughter, Mother is going along with me—” Daddy reached over and patted Mother’s hand. “And Junior is too small to leave so we are taking him.”
“But me, Daddy—what about me?” Mimi’s voice was getting thinner and higher.
“You, daughter, are going to Sheridan School.”
For an awful moment Mimi was silent. No Mother or Daddy for a whole year? She wished she were too small to leave too. They wouldn’t leave her; then without moving her lips she whispered “Sheridan School.” The very words were healing magic. How often with great longing she had said them. “When I get big I’m going to Sheridan School.” She wasn’t big yet, but fourteen is quite a responsible age.
She began to understand that the long looked forward to “someday” would be September.
“Of course, of course,” she burst out. Holding her head high and her chin firm, and without the least bit of quiver in her voice, she looked Daddy squarely in the eyes, “I am going to Sheridan School!”
CHAPTER II
MISS JANE’S WEDDING
If Daddy’s office nurse hadn’t called and said that he had an emergency case there is no telling when the Birthday dinner party would have ended. Even as the telephone rang and Cissy drawled, “Doctah’s residence,” Daddy glanced guiltily at his wrist watch and stood up.
“Tell Miss Gould I’m on my way, Cissy,” and that quick Daddy was gone.