Slowly she turned.
Critically she examined herself.
"It's a bit shorter than I would have ordered it," she said, "but
it reduces my height, it certainly gives wonderful freedom in
walking, and it's not nearly so short as I see other girls
wearing."
Again she studied herself critically.
"Need some kind of ornament for my hair," she muttered, "but I
haven't got it, and neither do I own beads, bracelet, or a ring;
and my ears are sticking right out in the air. I am almost
offensively uncovered."
Then she went down to show herself to a delighted Katy. When the
doorbell rang Linda turned toward the hall. Katy reached a
detaining hand.
"You'll do nothing of the sort," she said. "I answered the bell
for Miss Eileen. Answer the bell I shall for you."
Down the hall went Katy with the light of battle in her eyes and
the air of a conqueror in the carriage of her head. She was well
trained. Neither eyelid quivered as she flung the door wide to
Peter Morrison. He stood there in dinner dress, more imposing
than Katy had thought he could be. With quick, inner exultation
she reached for two parcels he carried; over them her delight was
so overpowering that Peter Morrison must have seen a hint of it.
With a flourish Katy seated him, and carried the packages to
Linda. She returned a second later for a big vase, and in this
Linda arranged a great sheaf of radiant roses. As Katy started
to carry them back to the room, Linda said "Wait a second," and
selecting one half opened, she slipped it out, shortened the stem
and tucked it among the coils of hair where she would have set an
ornament.
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