"He's big—with red hair, and blue eyes, Why? Do you know him, Daddy?"
"Think I know his father—to my sorrow. Same name—description fits, too. Likable chap, when you first meet him, isn't he? Looks honest and kind, and all that?"
"Oh yes, Daddy! And he is so nice, too. And so clever!"
"I don't doubt it. So is his father—in his own way. Well, if he's the son of the man I know, you're to keep away from him. Do you understand, daughter?"
"Yes, but Daddy, don't you think it's only fair to give me a reason?" she pleaded.
"I'd rather not. Can't you take my judgment as worth something, Linda?" He spoke sternly.
The tears came to Linda's eyes, and she looked away.
"Mayn't I even speak to him?" she asked, finally.
"Oh, certainly. Never cut anybody—it's a sign of a little mind to stoop to such childishness. But don't be friendly with him. I dare say there are other instructors at the field, and I'll arrange for someone else to teach you."
The door-bell rang three times, but before the maid could answer it, Louise Haydock dashed into the house, followed by Kitty and Ralph Clavering, and finally, Maurice Stetson.