Send him by all means."
"You used to take pride," suggested Eileen, "in leading your
class."
"And has anyone told you that I am not leading my class at the
present minute?" asked Linda.
"No," said Eileen, "but what I want to point out to you is that
the minute you start running with the boys you will quit leading
your class."
"Don't you believe it," said Linda quietly. "I'm not built that
way. I shan't concentrate on any boy to the exclusion of
chemistry and geometry, never fear it."
Then she thoughtfully ascended the stairs and went to work.
Eileen went to her room and sat down to think; and the more she
thought, the deeper grew her anger and chagrin; and to the
indifference that always had existed in her heart concerning
Linda was added in that moment a new element. She was jealous of
her. How did it come that a lanky, gangling kid in her tees had
been paid a visit by the son of possibly the most cultured and
influential family of the city, people of prestige, comfortable
wealth, and unlimited popularity? For four years she had
struggled to gain an entrance in some way into Louise Whiting's
intimate circle of friends, and she had ended by shutting the
door on the only son of the family. And why had she ever allowed
Linda to keep the runabout? It was not proper that a young girl
should own a high powered car like that. It was not proper that
she should drive it and go racing around the country, heaven knew
where, and with heaven knew whom.
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