ly between us. I didn't get the proof that she
was not my sister until after I came home. I think it means that I shall
have to go back to the bank, have the matter reopened, and unless she
can produce a will or something proving that she is entitled to it, it
seems to me that what remains of my father's estate is legally mine. Of
course, if it develops that he has made any special provision for her,
she shall have it; otherwise, Katy, we'll be in a position to install
you as housekeeper and put some light-footed, capable young person under
you for a step-saver in any direction you want to use her. It means,
too, that I shall be able to repay your loan immediately and to do the
things that I wanted to do about the house."

"Now I ain't in any hurry about that money, lambie," said Katy; "and you
understand of course that the dress you're wearing' I am given' ye."

"Of course, old dear, and you should have seen Peter Morrison light up
and admire it. He thinks you have wonderful taste, Katy."

Katy threw up both her hands.

"Oh, my Lord, lambie!" she cried, aghast. "Was you telling' him that the
dress ye were wearing' was a present from your old cook?"

"Why, certainly I was," said Linda, wide eyed with astonish meet. "Why
shouldn't I? I was proud to. And now, old dear, before I go, the biggest
secret of all. I had a letter, Katy, from the editor of Everybody's
Home, and people like our articles, Katy; they are something now and
folk are letting the editor know about it, and he wants all I can send
him. He likes the pictures I make; and, Katy, you won't believe it till
I show you my little bank book, but for the three already published
with their illustrations he pays me five hundred nice, long, smooth,
beautifully decorated, paper dollars!"

"Judas praste!" cried Katy, her hands once more aloft. "Ye ain't manin'
it, lambie?"

"Yes, I are," laughed Linda. "I've got the money; and for each
succeeding three with their pictures I am to have that much more, and
when I finish--now steady yourself, Katy, because this is going to be a
shock--when I finish, blessed old dear heart, he is going to make them
into a book! That will be my job for this summer, and you shall help me,
and it will be a part of our great secret. Won't it be the most fun?"

"My soul!" said Katy. "You're jist crazy. I don't belave a word you're
telling' me."

"But I can prove it, because I have the letter and the bank book," said
Linda.

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