"But I heard your aunt tell Mrs. Clavering this morning on the telephone that she'd see that you went to Kitty's dinner party."
Linda yawned. She had enjoyed the dance the night before, but it was enough to last her for a while.
"Is Lou going?" she inquired.
"I couldn't tell you that, my dear. You can call her up."
"All right. But in any case that wouldn't interfere with our walk, Daddy. I'll be ready at three."
Unlike most of her girl friends, whose days were spent in constant social activities, Linda was always punctual about her engagements. As the clock struck three, she appeared in the living-room. Dressed in her gray squirrel coat and matching beret and cloth boots, she presented a beautiful picture of up-to-date winter fashions. Linking her arm affectionately in her father's, she accompanied him out into the crisp, clear air, and started towards the outskirts of the town.
"Wouldn't you rather be sledding, my dear?" he asked, gazing at her in admiration.
"No, indeed!" she hastened to reply. "I'd much rather be with you.... Anyway, I suppose there will be a sledding-party after dinner tonight. Kitty told us to bring our sweaters and riding-breeches."
"Very well.... Have you guessed what I wanted to talk to you about?"
"Yes, I think I have—Daddy," she faltered.