working materials when she heard steps and
voices on the stairs, so she knew that Eileen and John Gilman were
coming. She did not in the least want them, yet she could think of no
excuse for refusing them admission that would not seem ungracious. She
hurried to the wall, snatched down the paintings for Peter Morrison, and
looked around to see how she could dispose of them. She ended by laying
one of them in a large drawer which she pushed shut and locked. The
other she placed inside a case in the wall which formerly had been used
for billiard cues. At their second tap she opened the door. Eileen
was not at her best. There was a worried look across her eyes, a
restlessness visible in her movements, but Gilman was radiant.

"What do you think, Linda?" he cried. "Eileen has just named the day!"

"I did no such thing," broke in Eileen.

"Your pardon, fair lady, you did not," said Gilman. "That was merely a
figure of speech. I meant named the month. She has definitely promised
in October, and I may begin to hunt a location and plan a home for us. I
want the congratulations of my dear friend and my dearer sister."

Linda held out her hand and smiled as bravely as she could.

"I am very glad you are so pleased, John," she said quietly, "and I hope
that you will be as happy as you deserve to be."

"Now exactly what do you mean by that?" he asked.

"Oh, Linda prides herself on being deep and subtle and conveying hidden
meanings," said Eileen. "She means what a thousand people will tell you
in the coming months: merely that they hope you will be happy."

"Of course," Linda hastened to corroborate, wishing if possible to avoid
any unpleasantness.

"You certainly have an attractive workroom here," said John, "much as I
hate to see it spoiled for billiards."

"It's too bad," said Linda, "that I have spoiled it for you for
billiards. I have also spoiled the outside appearance of the house for
Eileen."

"Oh, I don't know," said John. "I looked at it carefully the other
day as I came up, and I thought your changes enhanced the value of the
property."

"I am surely glad to hear that," said Linda. "Take a look through my
skylight and my new window. Imagine you see the rugs I am going to have
and a few more pieces of furniture when I can afford them; and let me
particularly point out the fireplace that Henry Anderson and your friend
Peter designed and had built for me. Doesn't it add a soul and a heart
to my study?"

John