"Ye've got to be such a big girl that it's only fair things in
this house should go a good deal different."

"Is Marian to be here?" asked Linda as she stood beside the stove
peering into pans and kettles.

"Miss Eileen didn't say," replied Katy.

Linda's eyes reddened suddenly. She slammed down a lid with
vicious emphasis.

"That is another deal Eileen's engineered," she said, "that is
just about as wrong as anything possibly can be. What makes me
the maddest about it is that John Gilman will let Eileen take him
by the nose and lead him around like a ringed calf. Where is his
common sense? Where is his perception? Where is his honor?"

"Now wait, dearie," said Katy soothingly, "wait. John Gilman is
a mighty fine man. Ye know how your father loved him and trusted
him and gave him charge of all his business affairs. Ye mustn't
go so far as to be insinuating that he is lacking in honor."

"No," said Linda, "that was not fair. I don't in the least know
that he ever ASKED Marian to marry him; but I do know that as
long as he was a struggling, threadbare young lawyer Marian was
welcome to him, and they had grand times together. The minute he
won the big Bailey suit and came into public notice and his
practice increased until he was independent, that minute Eileen
began to take notice, and it looks to me now as if she very