"What a joke!" she said. "I had promised myself that I would not
touch a thing in Eileen's room, and before I could do justice to
Katy's lovely dress I had to go there for pins for my hair and
powder for my nose. This is Marian's way of telling me that I am
almost a woman. Will you look at this?"
"Well, just what is it?" inquired Peter.
"Hairpins," laughed Linda, "and hair ornaments, and a box of face
powder, and the little, feminine touches that my dressing table
needs badly. How would you like, Peter, to finish your cigar in
my workroom?"
"I would like it immensely," said Peter.
So together they climbed to the top of the house. Linda knelt
and made a little ceremony of lighting the first fire in her
fireplace. She pushed one of her chairs to one side for Peter,
and taking the other for herself, she sat down and began the
process of really becoming acquainted with him. Two hours later,
as he was leaving her, Peter made a circuit of the room,
scrutinizing the sketches and paintings that were rapidly
covering the walls, and presently he came to the wasp. He looked
at it so closely that he did not miss even the stinger. Linda
stood beside him when he made his first dazed comment: "If that
isn't Eileen, and true to the life!"
"I must take that down," said Linda. "I did it one night when my
heart was full of bitterness."
"Better leave it," said Peter drily.
"Do you think I need it as a warning?" asked Linda.
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