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Her Father's Daughter by Gene Stratton-Porter
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means that I am to serve my father's table like a paid waitress.
Katy, I have run for over three years on Eileen's schedule, but
this past year I am beginning to use my brains and I am reaching
the place of self-assertion. That programme won't do, Katy.
It's got to be completely revised. You just watch me and see how
I follow those instructions."

Then Linda marched out of the kitchen door and started across the
lawn in the direction of a big brown house dimly outlined through
widely spreading branches of ancient live oaks, palm, and bamboo
thickets. She entered the house without knocking and in the hall
uttered a low penetrating whistle. It was instantly answered
from upstairs. Linda began climbing, and met Marian at the top.

"Why, Marian," she cried, "I had no idea you were so far along.
The house is actually empty."

"Practically everything went yesterday," answered Marian. "Those
things of Father's and Mother's and my own that I wish to keep I
have put in storage, and the remainder went to James's Auction
Rooms. The house is sold, and I am leaving in the morning."

"Then that explains," questioned Linda, "why you refused Eileen's
invitation to dinner tonight?"

"On the contrary," answered Marian, "an invitation to dinner
tonight would be particularly and peculiarly acceptable to me,
since the kitchen is barren as the remainder of the house, and I
was intending to slip over when your room was lighted to ask if I
might spend the night with you."
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