eing, but was it right that she should wear
shoes scuffed, resoled, and even patched, when there was money enough
for Eileen to have many pairs of expensive laced boots, walking shoes,
and fancy slippers? She was sure she was right in wearing dresses
suitable for school, but was it right that she must wear them until
they were sunfaded, stained, and disreputable? Was it right that Eileen
should occupy their father and mother's suite, redecorated and daintily
furnished according to her own taste, to keep the parts of the house
that she cared to use decorated with flowers and beautifully appointed,
while Linda must lock herself in a small stuffy bedroom room, dingy and
none too comfortable, when in deference to her pride she wished to work
in secret until she learned whether she could succeed.

Then she began thinking, and decided that the only available place in
the house for her use was the billiard room. She made up her mind that
she would demand the sole right to this big attic room. She would sell
the table and use the money to buy herself a suitable worktable and
a rug. She would demand that Eileen produce enough money for better
clothing for her, and then she remembered what she had said to Donald
Whiting about conquering her horror for a motor car. Linda turned in
at the walk leading to her home, but she passed the front entrance and
followed around to the side. As she went she could hear voices in the
living room and she knew that Eileen was entertaining some of her
many friends; for Eileen was that peculiar creature known as a social
butterfly. Each day of her life friends came; or Eileen went--mostly
the latter, for Eileen had a knack of management and she so managed
her friends that, without their realizing it, they entertained her many
times while she entertained them once. Linda went to the kitchen, Laid
her books and package of mail on the table, and, walking over to the
stove, she proceeded deliberately and heartily to kiss the cook.

"Katy, me darlin'," she said, "look upon your only child. Do you notice
a 'lean and hungry look' on her classic features?"

Katy turned adoring eyes to the young girl.

"It's growing so fast ye are, childie," she said. "It's only a little
while to dinner, and there's company tonight, so hadn't ye better wait
and not spoil your appetite with piecing?"

"Is there going to be anything 'jarvis'?" inquired Linda.

'"I'd say there is," said Katy. "John Gilman is here and two f