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Stratton-Porter, Gene, 1863-1924

"Her Father's Daughter"

I have just about
finished getting that home on paper, and I truly have high hopes
that I may stand at least a fair chance of winning with it the
prize Nicholson and Snow are offering. That is one of the
reasons why I am hurrying on my way to San Francisco much sooner
than I had expected to go. I haven't a suitable dinner dress
because my trunks have gone, but among such old friends it won't
matter. I have one fussy blouse in my bag, and I'll be over as
soon as I can see to closing up the house and dressing."
Linda hurried home, and going to the dining room, she laid the
table for six in a deft and artistic manner. She filled a basket
with beautiful flowers of her own growing for a centerpiece, and
carefully followed Eileen's instruction to use the best of
everything. When she had finished she went to the kitchen.
"Katy," she said, "take a look at my handiwork."
"It's just lovely," said Katy heartily.
"I quite agree with you," answered Linda, "and now in pursuance
of a recently arrived at decision, I have resigned, vamoosed,
quit, dead stopped being waitress for Eileen. I was seventeen my
last birthday. Hereafter when there are guests I sit at my
father's table, and you will have to do the best you can with
serving, Katy."
"And it's just exactly right ye are," said Katy. "I'll do my
best, and if that's not good enough, Miss Eileen knows what she
can do."
"Now listen to you," laughed Linda. "Katy, you couldn't be
driven to leave me, by anything on this earth that Eileen could
do; you know you couldn't.


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