Probably only Kit heard his answer, for Jean had gone after hot tea, and Doris was getting the heating pad, but Kit heard and smiled as he said, “God bless the corncrib.”
18. Jean’s Romance
Probably the next three days were the longest Kit had ever spent in her life. Under Dr. Gallup’s orders, she remained in bed to get over the shock of her immersion.
“When I don’t feel shocked a bit,” she argued, “I don’t see why I can’t sit in a chair down on the porch.”
“Yes, you just want to pose as an interesting invalid,” Jean laughed. “Becky sent down a stack of books for you to read. Frank and Billie call about six times a day to inquire after you, and Madame Ormond has offered to come and sing for you.”
“Jean, look at me,” said Kit suddenly. “Will you tell me something, honest and true?”
“I think Mom’s calling.” Jean’s voice was rather hurried, as she started for the door.
“No, she isn’t any such thing. I want to know if you and Ralph are engaged. I don’t see why you should try to keep it a secret when everybody thinks you are anyway. And a wedding in the family would be so exciting.”
“Well, all right, yes,” she conceded. “Ralph’s giving me a ring before he leaves. We were going to keep it a surprise until then. We’re not getting married for a long time yet, so don’t start getting excited now.” With that she turned and hurried downstairs.