Mrs. Craig looked at her older daughters sternly. “Now really, girls,” she said, “I’m ashamed of you both!”
Jean and Kit looked at each other, crestfallen.
“Oh, golly,” Jean said. “I keep forgetting Doris is growing up.”
Mrs. Craig looked at them severely. “It would help if you two could remember how mixed up and difficult life seemed to be when you were her age.”
Kit jumped up impulsively. “We’re both dreadful,” she admitted. “But we’ll make it up to her. Why don’t we invite Bert to dinner? After the game?”
“I think it’s up to Doris,” Mrs. Craig replied. “I’ll suggest it, though,” she said, relenting a little.
Jean got up and went into the parlor. Doris was sitting on the piano bench, her hands resting on the piano keys. Jean slipped her arm around her sister’s shoulders.
“Your new friend sounds very nice, Doris,” she said shyly. “I hope I can meet him soon.”
Doris grinned. “He’s really quite wonderful,” she admitted candidly. “And he’s asked me out for our first date ... to a concert ... next week!”