"It is paid to his bank."
"I don't suppose," said Linda casually, "it would amount to
enough to keep one in shoes these inflated days."
"Oh, I don't know about that," said John testily. "I have seen a
few of those cheques in your Father's time. You should be able
to keep fairly well supplied with shoes."
"So I should," said Linda drily. "So I should."
Then she led him to the back of the house and talked the incident
out of his mind as cleverly as possible by giving him an
intensive botanical study of Cotyledon. But she could not
interest him quite so deeply as she had hoped, for presently he
said: "Eileen tells me that you're parting with some of the
books."
"Only technical ones for which I could have no possible use,"
said Linda. "I need clothes, and have found that had I a proper
place to work in and proper tools to work with, I could earn
quite a bit with my brush and pencil, and so I am trying to get
enough money together to fit up the billiard room for a workroom,
since nobody uses it for anything else."
"I see," said John Gilman. "I suppose running a house is
extremely expensive these days, but even so the income from your
estate should be sufficient to dress a schoolgirl and provide for
anything you would want in the way of furnishing a workroom."
"That's what I have always thought myself," said Linda; "but
Eileen doesn't agree with me, and she handles the money. When
the first of the month comes, we are planning to go over things
together, and she is going to make me a proper allowance.
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