his departure. There was nothing more to do now till the actual delivery. She had been dieting for ages. She had been walking. She was in perfect condition, and it looked very much as though she were going to have an easy time. Dr. Stewart was very cheerful and congratulatory, but Dot's heart was in her boots. A new doctor at this stage of the game! He would probably have to deliver the baby, too. If her child showed signs of getting ready to arrive, Dot didn't believe that a telegram to Denver was going to persuade him to postpone activities until Dr. Stewart's return.
Thoughts of Eddie's vacation, however, made her happy. What would it be like to have him around every day? He had tried to make it later in the month, in hopes of being off while Dot was in the sanitarium, but he had been unable to arrange it that way.
Of course, there wasn't anything they could do for amusement during these precious two weeks. Money was scarce, and Dot's condition prevented excursions of even the mildest nature. There would only be the movies and the radio set. But just having him around for two blessed weeks would be enough.
A new happiness came over her. She cleaned vigorously but with caution. She wanted everything to be perfect for his vacation. She got Eddie to take the curtains down. She washed them carefully, and Eddie rehung them.
She had received from the sanitarium a list of things she would need there. She borrowed a Boston bag from Pat Macy and packed it so that it should be ready in case of a hasty journey to the sanitarium. Six nightgowns were the smallest possible number with which you could do, it seemed, and that only in the event of being able to send them home, having them laundered and returned. Well, Dot had four voile nighties and a silk one which
