interested in your shoes."

Linda laughed suddenly. When Linda laughed, which was very
seldom, those within hearing turned to look at her. Hers was not
a laugh that can be achieved. There were a few high places on
the peak of Linda's soul, and on one of them homed a small flock
of notes of rapture; notes as sweet as the voice of the
white-banded mockingbird of Argentina.

"How surprising!" exclaimed Linda. "We have been attending the
same school for three years; now, you stop me suddenly to tell me
that you are interested in the shape of my shoes."

"I have been watching them all the time," said Donald. 'Can't
understand why any girl wants to be so different. Why don't you
dress your hair the same as the other girls and wear the same
kind of clothes and shoes?"

"Now look here," interposed Linda "You are flying the track.I
am willing to justify my shoes, if I can, but here you go
including my dress and a big psychological problem, as well; but
I think perhaps the why of the shoes will explain the remainder.
Does the name 'Alexander Strong' mean anything to you?"

"The great nerve specialist?" asked Donald.

"Yes," said Linda. "The man who was the author of half-dozen
books that have been translated into many foreign tongue' and
are used as authorities all over the world. He happened to be
my father There are two children in our family. I have a sister