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Saturday's Child.
Throughout the week Linda had worked as never during her life previously, in order to save Saturday for Donald Whiting.

She ran the Bear Cat down to the garage and had it looked over once more to be sure that everything was all right.

Friday evening, on her way from school, she stopped at a grocery where she knew Eileen kept an account, and for the first time ordered a few groceries.

These she carried home with her, and explained to Katy what she wanted.
Katy fully realized that Linda was still her child, with no thought in her mind save standing at the head of her classes, carrying on the work she had begun with her father, keeping up her nature study, and getting the best time she could out of life in the open as she had been taught to do from her cradle.
Katy had not the slightest intention of opening her lips to say one word that might put any idea into the head of her beloved child, but she saw no reason why she herself should not harbor all the ideas she pleased.
Whereupon, actuated by a combination of family pride, love, ambition in her chosen profession, Katy made ready to see that on the morrow the son of Frederick Whiting should be properly nourished on his outing with Linda.
At six o'clock Saturday morning Linda ran the Bear Cat to the back door, where she and Katy packed it.