Mrs. Craig looked at her daughter and suppressed a laugh. Doris’s face was a study in consternation.
“Ralph’s train comes in at three this afternoon,” Doris said finally.
“Yes, dear. I know,” Mrs. Craig replied.
Doris sat down and gazed out of the window. “This is awful to say when he’s practically my brother, but I sort of want to go to the ballgame.”
Kit came in, rubbing her head with a towel. “Since when are you so interested in baseball? I didn’t know you knew a ball from a bat!”
Doris blushed. “When a girl’s own brother has an important game, I think she ought to see it!”
“Humph!” Kit said. “The girl’s own brother has had a whole series of games this summer. I’ll bet you haven’t seen one yet!”
“That’s enough, Kit,” Mrs. Craig said severely.
Kit smiled. “I’m sorry, Doris,” she said, putting on a pair of blue jeans. “Come on, let’s get some breakfast.”
Mrs. Craig put an arm around Doris’s shoulder. “Never mind about Ralph coming, dear,” she said. “I’m sure both he and Jean will understand.”