Linda stood up as she made the presentation and the Judge arose
with her. When she bowed her dark head before him the Judge
bowed equally as low, then he took the hand he held and pressed
it against his lips.

"I am not surprised," he said. "I am honored, deeply honored,
and I am delighted. For a high school girl that is a splendid
achievement."

"But you realize, of course," said Linda, "that it is vicarious.
I really haven't done anything. I am just passing on to the
world what Alexander Strong found it interesting to teach his
daughter, because he hadn't a son."

"I certainly am fortunate that my son is getting the benefit of
this," said Judge Whiting earnestly. "There are girls who make
my old-fashioned soul shudder, but I shall rest in great comfort
whenever I know that my boy is with you."

"Sure!" laughed Linda. "I'm not vamping him. I don't know the
first principles. We're not doing a thing worse than sucking
'hunters' rock leek' or roasting Indian potatoes or fishing for
trout with cactus spines. I have had such a lovely time I don't
believe that I'll apologize for coming. But you won't waste a
minute in making sure about Oka Sayye?"

"I won't waste a minute," said the Judge.