Mrs. Craig squeezed his hand. “I think you’re the most qualified husband in the world!”
20. Sweethearts’ Dance
The ballroom of the Elmhurst Inn was lit by Japanese lanterns which threw soft colored lights down on the dancers, who were swaying dreamily to the music of a local dance band.
The strains of “Stardust” filled the room, and Jean squeezed Ralph’s hand tenderly. “This is perfect,” she whispered. “This is as close to heaven as I’ve ever been!”
Ralph looked down at the girl who was soon to be his wife. Her short dark curls were caught in a white and silver ribbon which matched the net evening frock she wore. Her large dark eyes were sparkling with happiness. Ralph held her close to him.
“This is our party, darling,” he whispered. “The whole town ... the whole world ... is dancing because we are in love.”
“The whole world except Kit and Frank,” Jean giggled. “Goodness, I hope his train is on time.”
“It is,” Ralph laughed. “Kit checked a half dozen times. They should be here in another fifteen minutes.”
They drifted past the bandstand, and the band leader saluted them with his baton.