Jean came in while Doris and Kit were eating breakfast. She poured herself a cup of coffee and took a doughnut from the cookie jar.
“I had breakfast at the hospital,” she told her mother, “but I’ll eat a little something just to be sociable.”
Mrs. Craig gazed fondly at her three daughters as they ate a leisurely breakfast. Kit, in blue jeans and cotton plaid shirt, had her bare feet wrapped around the rungs of her chair. Doris was pretty in a soft cotton frock. She wore loafers and no socks, but her bare legs were brown enough to give the illusion of stockings. Jean, on the other hand, was crisp and white in her nurse’s uniform.
Jean set down her coffee cup. “Mother,” she said finally, “is it all right if Ralph and I get married this fall?”
Doris and Kit looked at their sister.
“You sound as if you were planning a picnic,” Kit drawled.
“Well, for goodness sake,” Jean replied, “we’ve got to start planning sometime.”
“Of course you do, dear,” Mrs. Craig said.
“We thought an October wedding would be nice,” Jean cried. “October is my favorite month of the year.”
“Where do you want to be married? What church, I mean?” Mrs. Craig asked.