Jean jumped up and hugged her mother. “Oh, Mother,” she cried, “can’t I be married right here at home? I love this house so!”
Mrs. Craig beamed. “Of course, dear. We were hoping that’s what you would want.”
“Me, too,” Kit cried. “I wouldn’t be married anywhere else!”
Mrs. Craig stared at Kit. “Great heavens!” she cried. “You aren’t planning a wedding, too!”
Kit laughed. “Of course not! Not for years and years. By the time I’m ready to be married, I’ll be a plump little middle-aged woman, and Frank will be in a wheel chair.”
Mrs. Craig and the other girls were quiet for a moment. Finally Mrs. Craig said, “Then you’ve made a definite choice.”
Kit hesitated. “I ... I think so, Mother. I’m not sure.”
Doris stood up. “Come on, Jean,” she said. “I want to show you something.”
Kit caught her arm. “No, wait, Doris. There’s no reason you can’t hear this, too.” She studied her plate. “Frank and I talked a little bit about it while I was in Washington. Of course I want to finish school. But I ... I think I’m really in love with Frank Howard, Mother.”
Mrs. Craig sighed and folded her hands. “That’s the important thing, Kit,” she said. “And your father and I think he is a very fine person.”