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Stratton-Porter, Gene, 1863-1924

"Her Father's Daughter"

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"You said that," retorted Linda.
"And who ever heard of such a thing," said Henry, "as a young
woman sending away a person of my numerous charms and attractions
in order to work, or to write a letter to another woman?"
"But you're not taking into consideration," said Linda, "that I
must work, and I scarcely know you, while I have known Marian
ever since I was four years old and she is my best friend."
"Well, she has no advantage over me" said Henry instantly,
"because I have known you quite as long as Peter Morrison has at
least, and I'm your official bug-catcher."
"I had almost forgotten about the bugs," said Linda.
"Well, don't for a minute think I am going to give you an
opportunity to forget," said Henry Anderson.
He reached across and laid his hand over Linda's on the steering
gear. Linda said nothing, neither did she move. She merely
added more gas and put the Bear Cat forward at a dizzy whirl.
Henry laughed.
"That's all right, my beauty," he said. "Don't you think for a
minute that I can't ride as fast as you can drive."
A dull red mottled Linda's cheeks. As quickly as it could be
done she brought the Bear Cat to a full stop. Then she turned
and looked at Henry Anderson. The expression in her eyes was
disconcerting even to that cheeky young individual--he had not
borne her gaze a second until he removed his hand.
"Thanks," said Linda in a dry drawl. "And you will add to my
obligation if in the future you will remember not to deal in
assumptions.


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