Doris looked at the mess in the parlor and shook her head. “How’re we going to get everything in?”
Kit shrugged. “We always do,” she said philosophically. “Come on. Let’s get to work.”
As they packed, Mrs. Craig jotted down the errands which must be done in the remaining two months before the wedding. Invitations, lists of bridesmaids and ushers, parties, flowers and decorations for the house....
“Somehow, it hardly seems worthwhile going to school till after the wedding,” Kit said. “I’ll no sooner get settled than I’ll have to turn around and come back.”
“Me, too,” said Doris.
“Is Bert going to drive you down?” Kit asked nonchalantly.
“Great heavens!” Mrs. Craig exclaimed.
“Don’t be silly,” Doris said. “He isn’t even going to drive. He’s afraid to take the car on such a long trip. It’s pretty old, you know.”
“With Jean working so hard,” Mrs. Craig commented, “I’ll have to do all this myself.”
“Well, certainly Becky will help you, Mother,” Kit said.