“What trip to Washington?” Doris asked.
Mrs. Craig grinned at the thought. “Kit has been elected president of the Hope College Historical Society, you know, dear. There’s a large history convention in Washington after classes let out in June. There will be girls and boys from all over the country.”
Doris grinned. “And of course there will be Frank Howard in Washington.”
Mrs. Craig sighed. “I think that’s what’s wrong with Kit. I think she misses Frank more than she will admit.”
Doris sat down on her mother’s bed. “Do you think Kit will marry Frank, Mother?”
“Good heavens!” Mrs. Craig exclaimed. “How should I know? They are very close friends ... and they have been for several years.”
“Ever since Kit caught Frank in the berry patches,” Doris giggled. It was typical of Kit that she should have trapped the bright young entomologist in an effort to catch a berry thief. A bantering friendship had grown out of this episode, and lately there had been sure signs that the friendship between Kit and Frank was ripening into affection.
Mrs. Craig powdered her nose. “Do you want to ride with me to the hospital, Doris?”
“Yes, I’d like to,” Doris said. “I want to talk to you about something, anyway.”
On the way over to the clinic, Doris said, “There’s a sort of contest at school, Mother. A music contest.”