"Yes, I do."
"He's a nice man," Marian agreed. "I'd like to marry him."
"He's got a wife, silly," objected Spencer. "And you're only a little girl and little girls don't get married."
"Pretty soon I can." Marian turned her back on Spencer and darted out of the elevator door, dragging Letty briskly after her.
Spencer's eyes were wide with disapproval, but Catherine laughed at him, and opened the apartment door.
Charles sat at his desk. He looked up ruefully.
"Home again! Say, I forgot all about your potatoes."
"Oh, well." Catherine was undisturbed. "You'll just have to wait longer for your dinner, then." As she hurried to the kitchen she heard Marian, "An' Mr. Bill came and coasted, and Muvver coasted with him, only not belly-bump," and Charles, "So that's why you're so late, is it?"
VIII
Mrs. Spencer came presently. Catherine rose from the oven, blowing wryly on a burnt thumb.