"Linda," said Eileen sweetly, "you would stand far better chance
of being popular and making a host of friends if you would not be
so coarse. I am quite sure you never heard Mama or me use such
an expression."
For one long instant Linda was too amazed to speak. Then she
recovered herself.
"Look here, Eileen, you needn't try any 'perfect lady' business
on me," she said shortly. "Do you think I have forgotten the
extent of your vocabulary when the curling iron gets too hot or
you fail to receive an invitation to the Bachelors' Ball?"
Linda never had been capable of understanding Eileen. At that
minute she could not know that Eileen had been facing facts
through the long hours of the night and all through the day, and
that she had reached the decision that for the future her only
hope of working Linda to her will was to conciliate her, to
ignore the previous night, to try to put their relationship upon
the old basis by pretending that there never had been a break.
She laughed softly.
"On rare occasions, I grant it. Of course a little swear slips
out sometimes. What I am trying to point out is that you do too
much of it."
"How did you ever get the idea," said Linda, "that I wanted to be
popular and have hosts of friends? What would I do with them if
I had them?"
"Why, use them, my child, use them," answered Eileen promptly.
"Let's cut this," said Linda tersely. "I am not your child. I'm
getting to the place where I have serious doubt as to whether I
am your sister or not.
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