"When, Kit?"
"That first picture that Andy said meant genius, not plain talent, and since the baby went."
"Poor girl."
"But not so poor as I might have been," Katherine again clutched her book proudly.
"It's the heat, Kit. By autumn we'll be rational. A vacation apart will fill up the cracks."
"Until then, Jim, we'll be friends?"
"Friends, Kit, friends!" Norval clutched the straw. On this basis a sense of relief came.
And so Katherine went to California—and Jim Norval?
CHAPTER XIII
THE INEVITABLE