“Where’re your mother and father, Kit?” Frank asked. “Oh, I see them.” The small crowd made its way across the dance floor to Mr. and Mrs. Craig. Mrs. Craig took both of Frank’s hands in hers and kissed him on the cheek. Mr. Craig shook his hand.
“This is what you call the grand entrance,” Mr. Craig said. “I hope you don’t mind a little dancing after a day of traveling.”
“Not at all,” Frank said, slipping his arm around Kit’s waist. “It’s a fine idea.”
“You’ve got to meet someone else,” Kit whispered as they danced off. “I haven’t told you yet about Doris’s young man, have I?”
Frank looked at her in astonishment. “Doris!” he exclaimed. “That child!”
“Doris is exactly the age I was when I met you,” Kit reminded him.
“Oh, my goodness!” Frank cried. “I forgot what an old woman you are, now.”
“Well, anyhow,” Kit said, ignoring his remark, “they should be around here somewhere.” She scanned the ballroom. “I don’t see them, but they’ll turn up.”
After intermission, the band leader played Stardust again for Jean and Ralph. Then, when the music ended, he held up his hand.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he said, “I have a real surprise for you tonight. Miss Craig has requested that my boys move over and make room for a duet. Now, these are real musicians. They play classics. And they’ve a number they want to play for the bride tonight.”