I have
overworked my brain for a few months past until I know only one
thing for certain."
"All right then, me lad, this is the time for the big secret,"
said Linda. "I just happened to be in the assembly room on some
business of my own last Thursday afternoon when my sessions were
over, and I overheard your professor in trigonometry tell a marl
I did not know, who seemed to be a friend visiting him, that the
son of Judge Whiting was doing the finest work that ever had been
done in any of the Los Angeles high schools, and that undoubtedly
you were going to graduate with higher honors than any other boy
ever had from that school."
Donald sat thinking this over. He absently lifted an elbow and
wiped the tiny scales from his face with his shirt sleeve.
"Young woman," he said solemnly, "them things what you're saying,
are they 'cross your heart, honest to goodness, so help you,'
truth, or are they the fruit of a perfervid imagination?"
Linda shook her head vigorously.
"De but', kid," she said, "de gospel but'. You have the Jap
going properly. He can't stop you now. You have fought your
good fight, and you have practically won it. All you have to do
is to carry on till the middle of June, and you're It."
"I wish Dad knew," said Donald in a low voice.
"The Judge does know," said Linda heartily. "It wasn't fifteen
minutes after I heard that till I had him on the telephone
repeating it as fast as I could repeat.
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