“But think of the impudence of that girl!” she exclaimed. “To dare to do a thing like that—”
“Expecting that she can get away with it!” added Dot.
“Well, she can’t!” announced Linda, her eyes shining with indignation. “I’m going to fly right out there and grab her by the collar—and—and—”
“Why, Linda, I never heard you talk so!” remarked her aunt in amazement. “Not even when you were a child.”
“I never had such occasion to do so before. You know what Shakespeare says about stealing your good name. That’s just what that girl’s doing. Making me cheap. As if I were in aviation for publicity, or for personal gain! Oh, I’m stirred up, all right!”
“I don’t blame you one bit, dear!” agreed Miss Carlton, soothingly.
“But what are you going to do?” demanded Dot, realizing that Linda must have already formulated a plan during that moving-picture show. “Going to wire the Corporation?”
“Indeed I’m not!” she replied, emphatically. “They wouldn’t believe me.”
“‘How could they believe you?’” quoted Dot, from the old song of “The Girl from Utah.”
“Exactly! If all my own friends—Ralph, and Kit and Jim and everybody—yes—even you and Aunt Emily—actually thought I was fooling, how could I convince a strange director by merely sending a telegram? He’d think I was the impostor, of course, and their Linda was the real thing.”