The next day, Nettie checked Eli's hand and re-bandaged it, assured that it really was a minor cut without a serious risk of infection. She kissed Eli as he went downstairs to his office. The VanCleves had officially been informed of the engagement at breakfast. They seemed to be moderately pleased, which was better than openly hostile, as she expected her father would be when he found out. Eli was planning to telephone his mother that afternoon.
"I wish I could sew," she grumbled to Diana, who sat by the fire, knitting a baby sweater. "But I can't do anything one-handed."
Diana didn't miss a stitch. "Not to mention that my brother doesn't have a sewing machine. Read and recover, my love. I've asked Gordon to bring back some bridal magazines from your shop. What sort of china do you think you'd like?"