“Let’s see,” she said, deliberately teasing him. “I’ll have to check my appointment book, but my plans go something like this. I will be graduated late this summer. And then, as far as I know, I haven’t anything special planned.”
“You, ma’m, are an idiot!” Ralph laughed. “Very well, we shall plan a fall wedding—”
“Right here in Elmhurst,” Jean continued.
“You bet! Where else?” he wanted to know. Then he became serious. “I’m glad you’re going to be so busy this summer,” he added. “Because that will make the time pass more quickly for us both.”
Jean grabbed his hand. “You’re going away again,” she said suddenly.
“Only for a little while.”
“Oh, Ralph!” she cried.
Ralph squeezed her hand. “This time, only for a few months. I have to go to Ottawa, of course, to make my report to the government on my trip abroad. After all, they sent me. I have to account for their money.”
Jean nodded miserably.
“And then I have to look up the government contractor for my wood pulp. Jeannie, I must get that arranged so that I can sleep easily at night.”