But I think I'm like a cat. I'm very complacent with certain people， but when I begin to get goose flesh and hair prickles my head a bit， I realize that there is something antagonistic around， something for me to beware of. I guess it's because I am such a wild creature.""Do you mean to say，" said Peter， "that these are the sensations that Henry gives you？"Linda nodded.
"Now forget Henry，" she said. "I have had such a big day I must tell you about it， and then we'll come to that last article you left me. I haven't had time to put anything on paper concerning it yet， but I believe I have an awfully good idea in the paint pot， and I'll find time in a day or two to work it out. Peter， Ihave just come from the bank， where I was recognized as of legal age， and my guardian discharged. And perhaps I ought to explain to you， Peter， that your friend， John Gilman， is not here because this night is going to be a bad one for him. When you knew him best he was engaged， or should have been， to Marian Thorne. When you met him this time he really was engaged to Eileen. I don't know what you think about Eileen. I don't feel like influencing anyone's thought concerning her， so I'll merely say that today has confirmed a conviction that always has been in my heart.
Katy could tell you that long ago I said to her that I did not believe Eileen was my sister. Today has brought me the knowledge and proof positive that she is not， and today she has gone to some wealthy relatives of her mother in San Francisco. She expressed her contempt for what she was giving up by leaving everything， including the exquisite little necklace of pearls which has been a daily part of her since she owned them. I may be mistaken， but intuition tells me that with the pearls and the wardrobe she has also discarded John Gilman. I think your friend will be suffering tonight quite as deeply as my friend suffered when John abandoned her at a time when she had lost everything else in life but her money. I feel very sure that we won't see Eileen any more. I hope she will have every lovely thing in life.""Amen，" said Peter Morrison earnestly. "I loved John Gilman when we were in school together， but I have not been able to feel， since I located here， that he is exactly the same John； and what you have told me very probably explains the difference in him."When Katy announced dinner Linda arose.
Peter Morrison stepped beside her and offered his arm. Linda rested her finger tips upon it and he led her to the head of the table and seated her. Then Katy served a meal that， if it had been prepared for Eileen， she would have described as a banquet.
She gave them delicious， finely flavored food， stimulating， exquisitely compounded drinks that she had concocted from the rich fruits of California and mints and essences at her command.
When， at the close of the meal， she brought Morrison some of the cigars Eileen kept for John Gilman， she set a second tray before Linda， and this tray contained two packages. Linda looked at Katy inquiringly， and Katy， her face beaming， nodded her sandy red head emphatically.
"More birthday gifts you've havin'， me lady，" she said in her mellowest Irish voice.
"More？" marveled Linda. She picked up the larger package， and opening it， found a beautiful book inscribed from her friend Donald， over which she passed caressing fingers.
"Why， how lovely of him！" she said. "How in this world did he know？"Katherine O'Donovan could have answered that question， but she did not. The other package was from Marian. When she opened it Linda laughed unrestrainedly.
"What a joke！" she said. "I had promised myself that I would not touch a thing in Eileen's room， and before I could do justice to Katy's lovely dress I had to go there for pins for my hair and powder for my nose. This is Marian's way of telling me that I am almost a woman. Will you look at this？""Well， just what is it？" inquired Peter.
"Hairpins，" laughed Linda， "and hair ornaments， and a box of face powder， and the little， feminine touches that my dressing table needs badly. How would you like， Peter， to finish your cigar in my workroom？""I would like it immensely，" said Peter.
So together they climbed to the top of the house. Linda knelt and made a little ceremony of lighting the first fire in her fireplace. She pushed one of her chairs to one side for Peter， and taking the other for herself， she sat down and began the process of really becoming acquainted with him. Two hours later， as he was leaving her， Peter made a circuit of the room， scrutinizing the sketches and paintings that were rapidly covering the walls， and presently he came to the wasp. He looked at it so closely that he did not miss even the stinger. Linda stood beside him when he made his first dazed comment： "If that isn't Eileen， and true to the life！""I must take that down，" said Linda. "I did it one night when my heart was full of bitterness.""Better leave it，" said Peter drily.
"Do you think I need it as a warning？" asked Linda.
Peter turned and surveyed her slowly.
"Linda，" he said quietly， "what I think of you has not yet been written in any of the books."第一章Buena Moza
As soon as Peter had left her Linda took her box of candy flowers and several of her finest roses and went to Katy's room. She found Katy in a big rocking chair， her feet on a hassock， reading a story in Everybody's home. When her door opened and she saw her young mistress framed in it she tossed the magazine aside and sprang to her feet， but Linda made her resume her seat. The girl shortened the stems of the roses and put them in a vase on Katy's dresser.
"They may clash with your coloring a mite， Mother Machree，" she said， "but by themselves they are very wonderful things， aren't they？"Linda went over， and drawing her dress aside， sat down on the hassock and leaning against Katy's knee she held up the box of candy flowers for amazed and delighted inspection.
"Ah， the foine gintleman！" cried Katy. "Sure 'twas only a pape Ihad when ye opened the box， an' I didn't know how rare them beauties railly was.""Choose the one you like best，" said Linda.
