"
"I wonder," said Linda, "if anybody is very easily satisfied. I
wonder today if Eileen is satisfied with being merely rich. I
wonder if we are satisfied to have this golden day together. I
wonder if the white swallows are satisfied with the sea. I
wonder if those rocks are satisfied and proud to stand
impregnable against the constant torment of the tide."
"I wonder, oh, Lord, how I wonder," broke in Donald, "about
Katherine O'Donovan's lunch box. If you want a picture of per
feet satisfaction, Belinda beloved, lead me to it!"
"Thank heaven you're mistaken," she said; "they spared me the
'Be'--. It's truly just 'Linda."'
"Well, I'm not sparing you the 'Be--'," said Donald, busy with
the fastenings of the lunch basket. "Did you hear where I used
it?"
"Yes, child, and I like it heaps," said Linda casually. "It's
fine to have you like me. Awfully proud of myself."
"You have two members of our family at your feet," said Donald
soberly as he handed her packages from the box. "My dad is
beginning to discourse on you with such signs of intelligence
that I am almost led to believe, from some of his wildest
outbursts, that he has had some personal experience in some way."
"And why not?" asked Linda lightly. "Haven't I often told you
that my father constantly went on fishing and hunting trips, that
he was a great collector of botanical specimens, that he
frequently took his friends with him? You might ask your father
if he does not recall me as having fried fish and made coffee and
rendered him camp service when I was a slip of a thing in the
dawn of my teens.
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