When
she could make no further improvement on this sketch, she
carefully stretched it against the wall and tacked it up to dry.
Afterward she cleared her mental decks of all the work she could
think of in order to have Saturday free, because Saturday was the
day upon which she found herself planning in the back of her mind
throughout the strenuous week, to save for riding the King's
Highway with Donald Whiting. Several times she had met him on
the walks or in the hallways, and always he had stopped to speak
with her and several times he had referred to the high hope in
which he waited for Saturday. Linda already had held a
consultation with Katy on the subject of the lunch basket. That
matter being satisfactorily arranged, there was nothing for her
to do but to double on her work so that Saturday would be free.
Friday evening Linda was called from the dinner table to the
telephone. She immediately recognized the voice inquiring for
her as that of Judge Whiting, and then she listened breathlessly
while he said to her: "You will recognize that there is very
little I may say over a telephone concerning a matter to which
you brought my attention. I have a very competent man looking
into the matter thoroughly, and I find that your fear is amply
justified. Wherever you go or whatever you do, use particular
care. Don't have anything to do with any stranger. Just use
what your judgment and common sense tell you is a reasonable
degree of caution in every direction no matter how trivial.
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