Eileen bit her lip until it
almost bled. Her eyes were hateful and her hands were nervous as
she reviewed the past week. She might think any mean thing that
a mean brain could conjure up, but when she calmed down to facts
she had to admit that there was not a reason in the world why
Linda should not drive the car she had driven for her father, or
why she should not take with her Donald Whiting or Peter Morrison
or Henry Anderson. The thing that rankled was that the car
belonged to Linda. The touring car which she might have owned
and driven, had she so desired, lay in an extremely slender
string of pearls around her neck at that instant. She reflected
that if she had kept her car and made herself sufficiently hardy
to drive it, she might have been the one to have taken Peter
Morrison to his home location and to have had many opportunities
for being with him.
"I've been a fool," said Eileen, tugging at the pearls viciously.
"They are nothing but a little bit of a string that looks as if I
were trying to do something and couldn't, at best. What I've got
to do is to think more of myself. I've got to plan some way to
prevent Linda from being too popular until I really get my mind
made up as to what I want to do."
CHAPTER XIII. Leavening the Bread of Life
"'A house that is divided against itself cannot stand,'" quoted
Linda. "I must keep in mind what Eileen said, not that there is
the slightest danger, but to fall behind in my grades is a thing
that simply must not happen.
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