"Where," she inquired politely, "is the money for all this to come from?""Eileen," said Linda in a low tense voice, "I have reached the place where even the BOYS of the high school are twitting me about how I am dressed, and that is the limit. I have stood it for three years from the girls. I am an adept in pretending that I don't see, and I don't hear. I have got to the point where Iam perfectly capable of walking into your wardrobe and taking out enough of the clothes there and selling them at a second-hand store to buy me what I require to dress me just plainly and decently. So take warning. I don't know where you are going to get the money, but you are going to get it. If you would welcome a suggestion from me, come home only half the times you dine yourself and your girl friends at tearooms and cafes in the city, and you will save my share that way. I am going to give you a chance to total your budget, and then I demand one half of the income from Father's estate above household expenses; and if Idon't get it, on the day I am eighteen I shall go to John Gilman and say to him what I have said to you, and I shall go to the bank and demand that a division be made there, and that a separate bank book be started for me."Linda's amazement on entering the room had been worthy of note.
Eileen's at the present minute was beyond description.
Dumbfounded was a colorless word to describe her state of mind.
"You don't mean that," she gasped in a quivering voice when at last she could speak.
"I can see, Eileen, that you are taken unawares," said Linda. "Ihave had four long years to work up to this hour. Hasn't it even dawned on you that this worm was ever going to turn? You know exquisite moths and butterflies evolve in the canyons from very unprepossessing and lowly living worms. You are spending your life on the butterfly stunt. Have I been such a weak worm that it hasn't ever occurred to you that I might want to try a plain, everyday pair of wings sometime myself ?"Eileen's face was an ugly red, her hands were shaking, her voice was unnatural, but she controlled her temper.
"Of course," she said, "I have always known that the time would come, after you finished school and were of a proper age, when you would want to enter society.""No, you never knew anything of the kind," said Linda bluntly, "because I have not the slightest ambition to enter society either now or then. All I am asking is to enter the high school in a commonly decent, suitable dress; to enter our dining room as a daughter; to enter a workroom decently equipped for my convenience. You needn't be surprised if you hear some changes going on in the billiard room and see some changes going on in the library. And if I feel that I can muster the nerve to drive the runabout, it's my car, it's up to me.""Linda!" wailed Eileen, "how can you think of such a thing? You wouldn't dare.""Because I haven't dared till the present is no reason why Ishould deprive myself of every single pleasure in life," said Linda. "You spend your days doing exactly what you please;driving that runabout for Father was my one soul-satisfying diversion. Why shouldn't I do the thing I love most, if I can muster the nerve?"Linda arose, and walking over to a table, picked up a magazine lying among some small packages that Eileen evidently had placed there on entering her room.
"Are you subscribing to this?" she asked.
She turned in her hands and leafed through the pages of a most attractive magazine, Everybody's Home. It was devoted to poetry, good fiction, and everything concerning home life from beef to biscuits, and from rugs to roses.
"I saw it on a newsstand," said Eileen. "I was at lunch with some girls who had a copy and they were talking about some articles by somebody named something--Meredith, I think it was --Jane Meredith, maybe she's a Californian, and she is advocating the queer idea that we go back to nature by trying modern cooking on the food the aborigines ate. If we find it good then she recommends that we specialize on the growing of these native vegetables for home use and for export--as a new industry.""I see," said Linda. "Out-Burbanking Burbank, as it were.""No, not that," said Eileen. "She is not proposing to evolve new forms. She is proposing to show us how to make delicious dishes for luncheon or dinner from wild things now going to waste. What the girls said was so interesting that I thought I'd get a copy and if I see anything good I'll turn it over to Katy.""And where's Katy going to get the wild vegetables?" asked Linda sceptically.
"Why you might have some of them in your wild garden, or you could easily find enough to try--all the prowling the canyons you do ought to result in something.""So it should," said Linda. "I quite agree with you. Did Iunderstand you to say that I should be ready to go to the bank with you to arrange about my income next week?"Again the color deepened in Eileen's face, again she made a visible effort at self-control.
"Oh, Linda," she said, "what is the use of being so hard? You will make them think at the bank that I have not treated you fairly.""_I_?"said Linda, "_I_ will make them think? Don't you think it is YOU who will make them think? Will you kindly answer my question?""If I show you the books," said Eileen, "if I divide what is left after the bills are paid so that you say yourself that it is fair, what more can you ask?"Linda hesitated.
"What I ought to do is exactly what I have said I would do," she said tersely, "but if you are going to put it on that basis Ihave no desire to hurt you or humiliate you in public. If you do that, I can't see that I have any reason to complain, so we'll call it a bargain and we'll say no more about it until the first of the month, unless the spirit moves you, after taking a good square look at me, to produce some shoes and a school dress instanter.""I'll see what I can do," answered Eileen.
"All right then," said Linda. "See you at dinner."She went to her own room, slipped off her school dress, brushed her hair, and put on the skirt and blouse she had worn the previous evening, these being the only extra clothing she possessed. As she straightened her hair she looked at herself intently.
"My, aren't you coming on!" she said to the figure in the glass.
"Dressing for dinner! First thing you know you'll be a perfect lady."
