Her Father's Daughter

er hat and fur upon a couch, seated herself at her dressing table, and was studying her hair in the effort to decide whether she could fluff it up sufficiently to serve for the even

d all over her. A surprised braid of hair hung over one of her shoulders. Her hand

ed to where she could face Eileen, and seated herself

eing popular and making a host of friends if you would not be so coar

was too amazed to speak.

hortly. "Do you think I have forgotten the extent of your vocabulary when the curl

night and all through the day, and that she had reached the decision that for the future her only hope of working Linda to her will was to conciliate he

ttle swear slips out sometimes. What I am tryi

hat I wanted to be popular and have hosts of fr

hild, use them," ans

her I am your sister or not. If I am, it's not my fault, and the same clay never made two objects quite so different. I ca

o fight about?"

ith telling you that for the future, last night marked a change in the relations between us. I am going to be eighteen before so very long, and I have ceased to be your maid or your waitress or your dupe.

depths of her soul. She saw enough to convince her t

usy that I have failed to notice

da. "Tell that to K

ntinued Eileen, "to be asked

uite of rooms as you're enjoying right now, there is enough to furnish me suitable clothes, a comfortable bedroom and a place where I can leave my work without putting away everything I am doing each time I step from the room. I told you four years ago that you might take the touring car and do what you plea

ty dressing table, over rugs of pale blue, and beautifully de

ave some new clothes. I want money to buy me a pair of new shoes for school. I want a pair of pumps suitable for evenings when there are guests to dinner. I want a couple of attracti

red aghast

litely, "is the money fo

f the clothes there and selling them at a second-hand store to buy me what I require to dress me just plainly and decently. So take warning. I don't know where you are going to get the money, but you are going to get it. If you would welcome a suggestion from me, come home only half the times you dine yourself and your girl friends at tearooms and cafes in the city, and you will save my

te. Eileen's at the present minute was beyond description. D

asped in a quivering voice w

ever going to turn? You know exquisite moths and butterflies evolve in the canyons from very unprepossessing and lowly living worms. You are spending your life o

ands were shaking, her voice was unn

time would come, after you finished school and were o

school in a commonly decent, suitable dress; to enter our dining room as a daughter; to enter a workroom decently equipped for my convenience. You needn't be surprised if you hear

ow can you think of such a

in life," said Linda. "You spend your days doing exactly what you please; driving that runabout for Father

a magazine lying among some small packages that Ei

cribing to th

magazine, Everybody's Home. It was devoted to poetry, good fiction, and ev

th, I think it was-Jane Meredith, maybe she's a Californian, and she is advocating the queer idea that we go back to nature by trying modern cooking on the food th

. "Out-Burbanking B

to make delicious dishes for luncheon or dinner from wild things now going to waste. What the girls said

o get the wild vegetables

or you could easily find enough to try-all the prowl

I understand you to say that I should be ready to go to

leen's face, again she made a

being so hard? You will make them think at

on't you think it is YOU who will make them

what is left after the bills are paid so that you s

hesi

ou or humiliate you in public. If you do that, I can't see that I have any reason to complain, so we'll call it a bargain and we'll say no more about i

I can do," an

" said Linda. "S

the skirt and blouse she had worn the previous evening, these being the only extra

figure in the glass. "Dressing for dinner! F