"Well, at least we escaped a plague." Catherine leaned against the wall, inert, dull.
"Wouldn't Charles stay?" Henrietta peered at her. "Too busy, eh? Well, Monday you'll be free as air again."
"I wonder."
"Now, Catherine, don't be so serious. A year from now you won't know you weren't there!"
"It's not just that, Henry. It's the whole thing." Catherine flung open her hands. "Am I all wrong, to try it?"
"You know what I think. Here, put on your hat and come out in the sunshine. Haven't you some marketing to do?"
"No. Flora does it. But I will go to the corner with you."
Flora could keep an eye on Letty. Catherine hurried for her wraps, and joined Henrietta at the elevator.
"You've had a horrid morning, haven't you?" she said, swinging up from her inner concentration. "The poor baby——"
"If we can pull the mother through. She's been scared for months. She doesn't know, yet."