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Stratton-Porter, Gene, 1863-1924

"Her Father's Daughter"

That isn't me."
Then she tossed the dress on the bed and started in a headlong
rush to the kitchen. As she came through the door, "You blessed
old darling!" she cried. "What am I going to say to make you
know how I appreciate your lovely, lovely gift?"
Katy raised her head. There was something that is supposed to be
the prerogative of royalty in the lift of it. Her smile was
complacent in the extreme.
"Don't ye be standin' there wastin' no time talkie'," she said.
"I have oodles of time," said Linda, "but I warn you, you won't
know me if I put on that frock, Katy."
"Yes, I will, too," said Katy.
"Katy," said Linda, sobering suddenly, "would it make any great
difference to you if I were the only one here for always, after
this?"
Katy laughed contemptuously.
"Well, I'd warrant to survive it," she said coolly.
"But that is exactly what I must tell you, Katy," said Linda
soberly. "You know I have told you a number of times through
these years that I did not believe Eileen and I were sisters, and
I am telling you now that I know it. She did not come to the
bank today, and the settlement of Father's affairs developed the
fact that I was my father's child and Eileen was her mother's;
and I'm thinking, Katy, that the big car you saw and the opulent
people in it were Eileen's mother's wealthy relatives from San
Francisco. My guess is, Katy, that Eileen has gone with them for
good. Lock her door and don't touch her things until we know
certainly what she wants done with them.


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