"Go where?"
"To Philadelphia, where the Pitcairn Company is located."
Again Miss Carlton looked annoyed, almost shocked.
"You don't mean to say you'll take time to fly to Philadelphia, with all your engagements?"
Linda nodded.
"I'll be here for the wedding, Aunt Emily. Don't worry about that. But nothing else is particularly important."
Miss Carlton groaned. What could you do with a girl like Linda? You might as well have a boy!
The mail was finally opened and sorted, and Linda dutifully went to a dinner dance at the Country Club that evening with Ralph Clavering. But she was tense all evening, for she was hoping every moment that Louise would arrive.
About midnight the young couple dashed in, radiant in their happiness. To everyone's amusement Louise flew into Linda's arms in the middle of the dance floor.
"How do you get that way?" demanded Ralph, pretending to be angry. "As if it isn't enough to endure every fellow in the room tapping me when I'm dancing with Linda, without having girls do it too!"