"Well, I didn't fall for him," the other stated, firmly. "And Dot, please, from now on I'm not at home when he calls."
Dot was surprised at this announcement; it was unlike Linda not to be friendly to everybody. Why had she taken such a dislike to a young man as handsome as Jackson Carter?
"May I ask you a personal question, Linda?" she inquired.
"Why certainly, Dot!"
"Are you engaged to Ralph Clavering—and is that why you're turning other men away?"
Linda laughed at the idea.
"No, Dot—I'm not engaged to anybody. And I don't want to be. I want to be free for a while. But not from my girl-friends!" she added hastily, reaching over and giving Dot a hug. "Oh, Dot, if I could ever tell you what it meant to me to have you three breeze in last night! Honestly, I was awfully low."
"It was Lou's idea," explained Dot. "I guess she thought you would be—so far away from everybody—even if you hadn't been in any difficulty."
"Lou's a peach," observed Linda.