"Perhaps we are bothering her." "Yes," said John, "we'll go at once.

I had to run up to tell our good news; and I wanted to tell you too, Linda dear, that I think both of us misjudged Eileen the other day.

You know, Linda, you have always dressed according to your father's ideas, which were so much simpler and plainer than the manner in which your mother dressed Eileen, that she merely thought that you wished to continue in his way.

She had no objection to your having any kind of clothes you chose, if only you had confided in her, and explained to her what you wanted." Linda stood beside her table, one lean hand holding down the letter she had been writing.

She stood very still, but she was powerless to raise her eyes to the face of either John or Eileen.