“Why, that sounds very attractive, dear,” replied Miss Carlton. “Safer and more dignified than all this stunt flying you’ll have to do for the pictures.” A look of distress passed over her face.... “Linda, I don’t like your accepting that contract without consulting either me or your father,” she added, gently.
Linda dropped into a chair with a groan.
“Please sit down, Aunt Emily—and Dot. I have a lot to say.”
Not knowing what was coming next, they both complied with her request.
“Haven’t you both always found me pretty truthful?” she asked, seriously.
“Of course we have, dear,” answered the older woman, immediately. “Nobody ever doubts your word. But you never promised me that you wouldn’t go into the films. I never asked you not to, for I thought you wouldn’t consider it.”
“No, Aunt Emily, I wouldn’t. And I haven’t! You and Dot must believe me. That girl you saw today impersonating me is a fake. I never signed a contract, with any picture producer, and I haven’t been near Hollywood!”
Dot jumped to her feet joyfully, and, dashing across the room, wound her arms about her chum.
“I’m so glad, Linda!” she cried.
Miss Carlton breathed a long sigh of relief.