"I have let out the tucks in four dresses," said Miss Kelly. This was ground she knew. "But Marian is growing very fast."
Catherine's arm went around Marian's waist, and pulled her down at her side.
"Short dresses are the style, aren't they?" She hugged them both, Letty against her breast, Marian against her shoulder. Firm, warm, slim things, her daughters, growing very fast.
"What are you folks doing?" Spencer stood in the doorway, his eyes mournful. "I'm all alone."
"You've got your ole radium," declared Marian promptly, "and you're not sick any longer, even if I can see that cut, and our Muvver can stay with us now."
"Us now!" chanted Letty.
"Oh, you've sorted the laundry, Mrs. Hammond?" Miss Kelly turned from the opened drawer.
"Yes. I left a pile of clothes on a chair in Spencer's room—they need buttons."
"I thought I'd just lay out clean underwear for morning. Perhaps that shirt is with the pile." She went past Spencer, who drew aside with a touch of petulance.