Katy turned adoring eyes to the young girl.

"It's growing so fast ye are, childie," she said. "It's only a
little while to dinner, and there's company tonight, so hadn't ye
better wait and not spoil your appetite with piecing?"

"Is there going to be anything 'jarvis'?" inquired Linda.

'"I'd say there is," said Katy. "John Gilman is here and two
friends of Eileen's. It's a near banquet, lassie."

"Then I'll wait," said Linda. "I want the keys to the garage."

Katy handed them to her and Linda went down the back walk beneath
an arch of tropical foliage, between blazing walls of brilliant
flower faces, unlocked the garage, and stood looking at her
father's runabout.

In the revolution that had taken place in their home after the
passing of their father and mother, Eileen had dominated the
situation and done as she pleased, with the exception of two
instances. Linda had shown both temper and determination at the
proposal to dismantle the library and dispose of the cars. She
had told Eileen that she might take the touring car and do as she
pleased with it. For her share she wanted her father's roadster,
and she meant to have it. She took the same firm stand
concerning the Library. With the rest of the house Eileen might
do as she would. The library was to remain absolutely untouched
and what it contained was Linda's. To this Eileen had agreed,