mother? Shall I bring Father too?"

"I only thought," said Linda quietly, "that you would like your
mother to see the home and environment of any girl whose
acquaintance you made, but the fight we have coming will in all
probability be such a pitched battle that when I go over the top,
you won't ever care to follow me and start another issue on the
other side. You're dying right now to ask why I wear my hair in
braids down my back instead of in cootie coops over my ears."

"I don't give a hang," said Donald ungallantly, "as to how you ;
wear your hair, but I am coming Saturday to fight, and I don't
think Mother will take any greater interest in the matter than to
know that I am going to do battle with a daughter of Doctor I
Strong."

"That is a very nice compliment to my daddy, thank you, said
Linda, turning away and proceeding in the direction of her own
classrooms. There was a brilliant sparkle in her eyes and she
sang in a muffled voice, yet distinctly enough to be heard:

"The shoes I wear are common-sense shoes,
And you may wear them if you choose."

"By gracious! She's no fool," he said to himself. In three
minutes' unpremeditated talk the "Junior Freak," as he mentally
denominated her, had managed to irritate him, to puncture his
pride, to entertain and amuse him.

"I wonder--" he said as he went his way; and all day he kept on