It's no
disgrace to be a cook. If it were, Katy would be unspeakable.
Fact is, at the present minute there's no one in all the world
so dear to me as Katy. I always talk Irish with her."
"Well, I call that rough on your sister," said Donald.
"Maybe it is," conceded Linda. "I suspect a lady wouldn't have i
said that, but Eileen and I are so different. She never has made
the slightest effort to prove herself lovable to me, and so I
have never learned to love her. Which reminds me--how did you
happen to come to the garage?"
"The very beautiful young lady who opened the door mistook me for
a mechanic. She told me I would find you working on your car and
for goodness' sake to see that it was in proper condition before
you drove it."
Linda looked at him with wide, surprised eyes in which a trace of
indignation was plainly discernible.
"Now listen to me," she said deliberately. "Eileen is a most
sophisticated young lady. If she saw you, she never in this
world, thought you were a mechanic sent from a garage presenting
yourself at our front door."
"There might have been a spark of malice in the big blue-gray I
eyes that carefully appraised me," said Donald.
"Your choice of words is good," said Linda, refilling the punch
glass. "'Appraise' fits Eileen like her glove. She appraises
every thing on a monetary basis, and when she can't figure that
it's going to be worth an appreciable number of dollars and cents
to her--'to the garage wid it,' as Katy would say.
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