“Yeah, me too,” Tommy agreed. “Hey, look! Food!” He went over to the tray and poured two glasses of lemonade. “Here you go, Bert.”
“Ralph has been explaining the game to us,” Doris said pertly. “Kit and I didn’t exactly know what was going on till he and Jean got there.”
Tommy looked up in disgust. “You might have asked me! I’d have told you anything you wanted to know.”
“Did you bring your violin, Bert?” Kit asked.
Bert smiled up at her. “Now, just by coincidence, I have it in the car.”
Mrs. Craig got up and picked up the tray. “My goodness, let the poor boy rest! He’s been busy today.”
“After dinner, Kit,” Bert promised. “If Doris wants to play.”
Mr. Craig cleared his throat. “If you young people will scatter, I have some things I want to talk over with Jean and Ralph. Seems there’s going to be a wedding around here soon, and there are some details to discuss.”
Tommy jumped up. “Come on, Bert. I want to take Jack down to the hen house and show him my new improvements. You can have a look, too.”
Kit shook her head. “For heaven’s sake, Tommy. Bert is Doris’s guest tonight!” She got up. “I’m going to write a letter. Holler when you want me to help you with dinner, Mother.”