our father could be seeing ye the
now."

With almost reverent hands Linda removed the clothing and laid it away.
Then she read a letter from Marian that was waiting for her, telling
Katy scraps of it in running comment as she scanned the sheets.

"She likes her boarding place. There are nice people in it. She has got
a wonderful view from the windows of her room. She is making friends.
She thinks one of the men at Nicholson and Snow's is just fine; he is
helping her all he can, on the course she is taking. And she wants us
to look carefully everywhere for any scrap of paper along the hedge or
around the shrubbery on the north side of the house. One of her three
sheets of plans is missing. I don't see where in the world it could have
gone, Katy."

Katy spread out her hands in despair.

"There was not a scrap of a sheet of paper in the room when I cleaned
it," she said, "not a scrap. And if I had seen a sheet flying around the
yard I would have picked it up. She just must be mistaken about having
lost it here. She must have opened her case on the train and lost it
there."

Linda shook her head.

"I put that stuff in the case myself," she said, "and the clothes on top
of it, and she wouldn't have any reason for taking those things out on
the train. I can't understand, but she did have three rough sketches.
She had her heart set on winning that prize and it would be a great help
to her, and certainly it was the most comprehensive and convenient plan
for a house of that class that I ever have seen. If I ever have a house,
she is going to plan it, even if she doesn't get to plan John Gilman's
as he always used to say that she should. And by the way, Katy, isn't
it kind of funny for Eileen to go away over Sunday when it's his only
holiday?"

"Oh, she'll telephone him," said Katy, "and very like, he'll go down, or
maybe he is with her. Ye needn't waste any sympathy on him. Eileen will
take care that she has him so long as she thinks she wants him."

Later it developed that Eileen had secured the invitation because she
was able to produce three most eligible men. Not only was John Gilman
with the party, but Peter Morrison and Henry Anderson were there as
well. It was in the nature of a hastily arranged celebration, because
the deal for three acres of land that Peter Morrison most coveted on the
small plateau, mountain walled, in Lilac Valley, was in escrow. He had
made a payment on it. Anderson was working on his plans