“I get it all right enough,” said Donald, “but I must think awhile before I decide whether I agree with you. Why should you be right, and hundreds of other girls be wrong?”
“I’ll wager your mother would agree with me,” suggested Linda.
“Did yours?” asked Donald.
“Half way,” answered Linda. “She agreed with me for me, but not for Eileen.”
“And not for my sister,” said Donald. “She wears the very foxiest clothes that Father can afford to pay for, and when she was going to school she wore them without the least regard as to whether she was going to school or to a tea party or a matinée. For that matter she frequently went to all three the same day.”
“And that brings us straight to the point concerning you,” said Linda.
“Sure enough!” said Donald. “There is me to be considered! What is it you have against me?”
Linda looked at him meditatively.
“You seem exceptionally strong,” she said. “No doubt are good in athletics. Your head looks all right; it indicates brains. What I want to know is why in the world you don’t use them.”
“What are you getting at, anyway?” asked Donald, with more than a hint of asperity in his voice.