Tommy stared at her. “At the office, of course. Where else?”
Doris giggled at herself. “I guess I got so used to having Dad around the house that I forgot he does go to work regularly now.” She pulled a letter from her pocket. “It’s from Kit,” she told him.
“From Kit? Hey, let’s see it!” Tommy cried.
Doris put it back in her pocket. “It’s to Mother and Dad,” she said severely.
Tommy shrugged. “Come on, gang,” he cried. “Let’s get some cookies.”
The boys disappeared into the kitchen, and Doris went upstairs.
“Mother!” she called. “Letter from Kit!”
Mrs. Craig was putting on her hat when Doris came into her room. She smiled at her daughter and held out her hand. “Good news, I hope,” she smiled, taking the envelope.
“Kit’s news is always good,” Doris said. “College seems to agree with her.”
Mrs. Craig hastily scanned the note, nodding and then frowning as she read. “Kit has spring fever,” she decided as she folded the letter and slipped it back into the envelope. “Claims she’s bored with life.” She smiled to herself. “But after her trip to Washington, I think she’ll feel better.”