She looked the
car over carefully and then, her face very white and her hands
trembling, she climbed into it and slowly and mechanically went
through the motions of starting it. For another intent period
she sat with her hands on the steering gear, staring straight
ahead, and then she said slowly: "Something has got to be done.
It's not going to be very agreeable, but I am going to do it.
Eileen: has had things all her own way long enough. I am
getting such a big girl I ought to have a few things in my life
as I want them. Something must be done."
Then Linda proceeded to do something. What she did was to lean
forward, rest her head upon the steering wheel and fight to keep
down deep, pitiful sobbing until her whole slender body twisted
in the effort.
She was yielding to a breaking up after four years of endurance,
for the greater part in silence. As the months of the past year
had rolled their deliberate way, Linda had begun to realize that
the course her elder sister had taken was wholly unfair to her,
and slowly a tumult of revolt was growing in her soul. Without a
doubt the culmination had resulted from her few minutes' talk
with Donald Whiting in the hall that morning. It had started
Linda to thinking deeply, and the more deeply she thought the
clearly she saw the situation. Linda was a loyal soul and her
heart was honest. She was quite willing that Eileen should :
exercise her rights as head of the family, that she should take
the precedence to which she was entitled by her four years'
seniority, that she should spend the money which accrued monthly
from their father's estate as she saw fit, up to a certain point.
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