“Tonight would be fine,” Mrs. Craig agreed.
“You say he plays the violin?” Mr. Craig asked.
“Well, I’ve never heard him play. But that’s what he said,” Tommy said.
“What does he look like?” Kit asked.
“Aw, I don’t know. Like a fellow. He’s taller’n me. But he’s older.”
Mrs. Craig smiled. “Tonight we’ll have a dinner for our musicians. We were going to have a special dinner for Doris, anyway.”
“Jeepers!” Tommy cried. “That’s swell! Excuse me, please. I’ll call him right away before he leaves Mercyville!” He jumped from the table.
“I think I hear Becky in the kitchen,” Mrs. Craig said, getting up from the table. She went into the hall and called to Becky.
“I’m just putting some fresh cookies into your jar,” Becky called back. “Land but I’ve a mess of ’em here. Judge Ellis would be sick for a week if I left them around the house for him to nibble at.”
She bustled into the hall. “Well, Marge,” she said. “So this is the big day. Just get over one and you have another. Jean sure is right smart in her cap ’n’ everything.”