It's better than cream puffs with almond flavoring."
Henry Anderson looked at Linda keenly.
"You're the darndest kid!" he said. "One minute you're smacking
your lips over cream puffs, and the next you're going to the
bottom of the yellow peril. I never before saw your combination
in one girl. What's the explanation?" For the second time that
evening Linda's specialty in rapture floated free.
"Bunch all the component parts into the one paramount fact that I
am Saturday's child," she said, "so I am constantly on the job of
working for a living, and then add to that the fact that I was
reared by a nerve specialist."
Then they went downstairs, and the men refused both Eileen's and
Linda's invitation to remain for dinner. When they had gone
Eileen turned to Linda with a discontented and aggrieved face.
"In the name of all that's holy, what are you doing or planning
to do?" she demanded.
"Not anything that will cost you a penny beyond my natural
rights," said Linda quietly.
"That is not answering my question," said Eileen. "You're not of
age and you're still under the authority of a guardian. If you
can't answer me, possibly you can him. Shall I send John Gilman
to ask what I want to know of you?"
"When did I ever ask you any questions about what you chose to
do?" asked Linda. "I am merely following the example that you
have previously set me. John Gilman and I used to be great
friends. It might help both of us to have a family reunion.
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