Kit laughed. “Oh, nothing. I’m just jealous. Everyone’s going to have her beau on hand but me.”
“And I don’t have any beau on hand or anywhere else,” Doris said, tossing her head.
Kit looked at her. “Is that so?” she drawled.
Doris jumped up, her cheeks scarlet. “Mother!” she cried. “Make her stop!”
Mrs. Craig sighed in exasperation. “Sometimes I wish you weren’t too big for me to turn over my knee, Katherine Craig!” she said.
Kit jumped up and put her arm around Doris. “I’m sorry, Doris,” she cried. “I was just teasing you.”
Jean was puzzled. “Whatever is this all about?” she asked. Kit started to explain, but Mrs. Craig broke in firmly.
“Tommy brought a friend home to dinner the other night, Jean,” she said. “A very nice boy from Mercyville. He won a scholarship to Timothy College, too. And he seemed to be very fond of Doris. That’s all.”
Jean whistled. “A friend of Tommy’s? He must be a baby!”
Doris stamped her foot. “He’s almost as old as Kit!” she said. “I think you’re both ... awful!” And she ran from the kitchen.