"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.