will you light the fire?â
âSure will.â Dick knelt down and applied a match to the gas rod under the logs. He glanced at the cocktail tray. âWant me to mix the Martinis?â
âI wish you would.â
âOkay.â He went first to the door and called the others. âWant to come in here? Fire going.â
âIn a minute,â Cherry called back. âGot to wash our hands firstâthose magazines were so awfully dusty. Is the boss in?â
âNot yet, but mother says we can have dinner at seven-thirty anyway. So hurry up.â
The gas flame sparkled up to ignite the logs piled in the grate. Dick swished the gin and vermouth. Though he was not allowed to drink cocktails himself, he enjoyed the feeling of adulthood it gave him to play bartender. What a nice boy he was, Elizabeth thought as she watched him. Dick asked,
âLike a drink now?â
âI believe I would. Iâm a bit tired.â
He poured it out for her, and watched while she tasted it. âHowâs that?â
âVery good. You could get a job.â
âIâll be needing one if that physics guy gets much tougher. âOh hello there,â he said as Cherry and the two others came in. They greeted Elizabeth, and Julia said,
âThat fire looks wonderful. I wish we had those gas lighters at our house, they start the fire with no trouble at all. You have just everything here, Mrs. Herlong.â
âWhy thank you, Julia.â
âThis is the most comfortable house I was ever in. Weâve been having such fun all afternoon.â
âIâm getting weak in the middle,â said Dick. âI wish youâd ordered some crackers or something.â
âIâll have hors dâoeuvres tomorrow night. Weâre having a guest for dinnerâI mean an older guest, from the studio.â
âWe were all going to ride down to the beach tomorrow night,â said Dick. âItâll be all right if Cherry and I leave right after dinner, wonât it?â
âFor Cherry, but Iâm afraid thereâs another prospect for you.â
âFor me? What?â he asked in alarm.
Elizabeth gave him an urgent smile. It was a relief to turn her attention to her ordinary day-by-day affairs, to observe her children as normal healthy youngsters hungry for their dinner, to reach for a cigarette and have both Dick and Pudge strike matches for her. She accepted the light from Pudge, and smiled across it at Dick as he blew out the match he had struck.
âDick, our guest tomorrow night is a Mr. Kessler, from Germany. Iâve never met him, but heâs working on the picture.â
âAnother refugee?â inquired Cherry.
âYes, but youâll both please remember not to call him that. Simply say âGerman,â if you have to call him anything.â
âI get it,â said Dick, âbut what have I got to do about him?â
âHe has a daughterââ
âOh my Lord!â
âIâm sorry, Dick,â Elizabeth continued with sympathy. âBut the boss wants to talk pictures with Mr. Kessler after dinner, and youâll have to take care of the girl.â
Cherry and the two guests were already beginning to laugh at Dickâs woebegone face. Dick groaned.
âCan she talk?â
âI donât know, Dick, but thereâs a musical show downtownââ
âMother, please! Honestly, Iâwhat does she look like?â
Elizabeth started to say âIâve never seen her,â when Cherry put in,
âI bet I know. Two yellow braids around her headââ
The others joined,
âMaybe you could play some Wagner records for her.â
âWhat about Faust ?â
âSilly, Faust is sung in French.â
âI bet sheâs fat and has apple-cheeks.â
âSheâs probably intellectual. Lots of refugees are.â
âTalk to her about food. They all like to
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