Eileen turned to her sister and looked at her keenly. Linda’s brow was sullen, and her jaw set.
“A bed would look mighty good to me and I will go and get into mine this minute if you don’t say you will go and ask her, in such a way that she comes,” she threatened.
Eileen hesitated a second and then said: “All right, since you make such a point of it I will ask her.”
“Very well,” said Linda. “Then I’ll help Katy the very best I can.”
CHAPTER III
The House of Dreams
In less than an hour, Linda was in the kitchen, dressed in an old green skirt and an orange blouse. Katy pinned one of her aprons on the girl and told her that her first job was to set the table.
“And Miss Eileen has given most particular orders that I use the very best of everything. Lay the table for four, and you are to be extremely careful in serving not to spill the soup.”
Linda stood very quietly for a second, her heavy black brows drawn together in deep thought.
“When did Eileen issue these instructions?” she inquired.