She knew, even
lacking as she was in feminine sophistication, that there were
two open roads to the heart of a woman. One is a wedding and the
other is a baby. The lure of either is irresistible.
As the Bear Cat glided back to Lilac Valley, Eileen sat silent.
For ten years she had coveted the entree to the Whiting home
perhaps more than any other in the city. Merely by being simple
and natural, by living her life as life presented itself each
day, Linda with no effort whatever had made possible to Eileen
the thing she so deeply craved. Eileen was learning a new lesson
each day--some days many of them--but none was more amazing more
simple, or struck deeper into her awakened consciousness. As she
gazed with far-seeing eye on the blue walls of the valley Eileen
was taking a mental inventory of her former self. One by one she
was arraigning all the old tricks she had used in her trade of
getting on in the world. One by one she was discarding them in
favor of honesty, unaffectedness, and wholesome enjoyment.
Because of these things Linda came home the next afternoon and
left a bundle on Eileen's bed before she made her way to her own
room to busy herself with a head piece for Peter's latest
article. She had taken down the wasp picture and while she had
not destroyed it she had turned the key of a very substantial
lock upon it. She was hard at work when she heard steps on the
stairs. When Eileen entered, Linda smiled quizzically and then
broke into an unaffected ejaculation.
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