Mrs. Craig chuckled. “I will, dear.”
She went upstairs and stopped before Kit’s closed door. Inside she could hear soft voices.
“Girls,” she called, knocking at the door. “Aren’t you ever coming down for breakfast?”
“Come in, Mother,” Kit called back.
Kit and Doris were sitting on Kit’s unmade bed. They still wore their pajamas, and their hair was still uncombed.
“For heaven’s sake!” Mrs. Craig said. “It’s after nine o’clock! Goodness, you’d better hurry!”
Kit yawned and stretched. “It’s just lovely, being able to lounge around like this. We’ve been awake for hours!”
Mrs. Craig sat down on the edge of the bed and hugged her daughters. “You’re a couple of lazy ne’er-do-wells!” she said. “Now, up with you!”
Both girls jumped up and disappeared into the bathroom. Mrs. Craig could hear the shower going full blast. She smiled and started to pick up the bedroom.
Doris came out, fully clothed. “Oh, Mother, don’t,” she cried. “We’ll straighten things!”