“For a man,” Hedda added. “It’s simply gorgeous.”
Ethel smiled as she thought of her fiance. “You know, it’s wonderful,” she said softly. “I haven’t any father or mother to help me prepare for the wedding, so I have a fiance who can be so helpful and wonderful in these things!”
Mrs. Craig smiled fondly at the girl. “Well,” she said briskly, “let’s go inside.”
The girls drifted into the living room. Doris sat down at the piano and began to play a popular tune. They all grouped around her and began to sing as Mrs. Craig slipped out to the kitchen.
Jean heard sputtering and backfiring in the driveway. “Here come Helen and Eileen,” she cried.
In a few minutes, the two girls appeared in the doorway. “Old Bessy made it up your hill,” Eileen giggled. “There’s life in the old rattletrap yet.”
“How’re the doctors making out over at the clinic?” Ingeborg asked.
Helen chuckled. “Oh, just fine. Can you imagine Dr. Jenkins making formula for the babies? He certainly looked fussed and awkward.”
“Wait till Ted’s bachelor dinner,” Jean teased. “Then I suppose we’ll have to do all their work.”
“Dr. Barsch is at the desk,” Helen continued. “Any calls tonight are going to be answered by St. Peter himself,” she said irreverently.