“Oh, Linda! are you truly?” gasped Cora, seizing the hairbrush with avidity at this promise.
“Yes. I know you like it.”
“But you won’t have any necklace to wear yourself!”
“Oh, yes, I will. Don’t fear,” said Linda, looking very shrewd and nodding emphatically.
Cora stood aside and looked at her closely.
“You don’t mean——?” she gasped.
“Never mind what I mean, Miss,” replied Linda, shortly. “You go on with your work.”
“You never mean to wear that beautiful necklace of your grandmother’s?” Cora amazedly inquired.
“Don’t I just?” returned Linda, tossing her head. “Ouch!”
“Don’t pull, then,” said Cora calmly.