“Why don’t you stay?” advised Doris. “You’ll escape all of the moving and settling and ploughing.”
“We don’t want to escape anything,” said Kit firmly. “It isn’t any fun being left behind with the charred remains.”
“Oh, Kit, don’t call them that, it’s gruesome.”
“I don’t care. I feel gruesome when I think of being left behind. How do you suppose we’d feel to walk past the Cove and not see any of the rest of you around?”
“It’s better than being cut right bang off in the middle of everything,” replied Doris, with one of her rare explosions. “But everything,” she repeated tragically. “I can’t finish a single thing and I know I’ll never pass, being switched off to gosh knows what sort of a school.”
“Let’s not grouch anyway,” reminded Jean. “Mom’s getting thinner every day. As long as it’s got to be, let’s be cheerful about it.”
“I do wish that Kit wouldn’t be so happy about things that make you just miserable,” grumbled Doris.
Kit danced away down the hallway crooning:
“Night and day,
You are the one.