"Give me a few minutes to take a bath and step into my clothes and then I'll be on the job." With a black scowl on her face, Linda climbed the dingy back stairway in her stocking-feet.

At the head of the stairs she paused one minute, glanced at the gloom of her end of the house, then she turned and walked to the front of the hall where there were potted ferns, dainty white curtains, and bright rugs.

The door of the guest room stood open and she could see that it was filled with fresh flowers and ready for occupancy.
The door of her sister's room was slightly ajar and she pushed it open and stood looking inside.

In her state of disarray she made a shocking contrast to the flowerlike figure busy before a dressing table.

Linda was dark, narrow, rawboned, overgrown in height, and forthright of disposition.