Why should you
be right, and hundreds of other girls be wrong?"
"I'll wager your mother would agree with me," suggested Linda.
"Did yours?" asked Donald.
"Halfway," answered Linda. "She agreed with me for me, but not
for Eileen."
"And not for my sister," said Donald. "She wears the very
foxiest clothes that Father can afford to pay for, and when she
was going to school she wore them without the least regard as to
whether she was going to school or to a tea party or a matinee.
For that matter she frequently went to all three the same day.
"And that brings us straight to the point concerning you," said
Linda.
"Sure enough!" said Donald. "There is me to be considered! What
is it you have against me?"
Linda looked at him meditatively.
"You SEEM exceptionally strong," she said. "No doubt are good in
athletics. Your head looks all right; it indicates brains. What
I want to know is why in the world you don't us them."
"What are you getting at, anyway?" asked Donald, with more than a
hint of asperity m his voice.
"I am getting at the fact," said Linda, "that a boy as big as you
and as strong as you and with as good brain and your opportunity
has allowed a little brown Jap to cross the Pacific Ocean and a
totally strange country to learn a language foreign to him, and,
and, with the same books and the same chances, to beat you at
your own game. You and every other boy in your classes ought to
thoroughly ashamed of yourselves.
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