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Her Father's Daughter

Her Father's Daughter

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Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 4642    |    Released on: 28/11/2017

ou wear such

el of her well-worn brown calfskin shoe. Then her glance lifted to the face of Donald Whiting, one of the most bri

my head piece. When you see me allowing any Jap in my class to make higher grade

t in the senior class of that particular Los Angeles high school a J

d Whiting, "I call

ticular reaso

ason'," said Donald, "for be

was not a laugh that can be achieved. There were a few high places on the peak of Linda's soul, and on one of them

the same school for three years; now, you stop me suddenly

d why any girl wants to be so different. Why don't you dress your hair

n, but here you go including my dress and a big psychological problem, as well; but I think perhaps t

ve specialist?

time I can remember I was at his heels. It never bothered him to have me playing around in the library while he was writing his most complicated treatise. I have waited in his car half a day at a time, playing or reading, while he watched a patient or delivered a lecture at some medical college. His mental relaxation was to hike or to motor to the sea, to the mountains, to the canyons or the desert, and he very seldom went without me even on long trips when he was fishing or hunting with other men. There was not much to know concerning a woman's frame or

you'd feel que

quite dark before I reach home in the evening. My father believed in having a good time. He had superb health, so he spent most of what he made as it c

ember!" cr

ace paled

or of it yet, enough ever to step inside of a motor car; but I am going to get over

e. I'll wager it makes some of the gay old boys, like Marcus Aurelius for example, want to tu

enough money to dress two of us as most of the high school girls are dressed. Eileen is so much older that it's her turn first, and I must say she is not at all backward about exercising her right

ld be suitable.' I bet in your heart you think the dresses tha

acquired a fixed idea as to what kind of dress is suitable and sufficiently durable to wear while walking my daily two

nk awhile before I decide whether I agree with you. Why s

her would agree with

rs?" ask

. "She agreed with me for

for, and when she was going to school she wore them without the least regard as to whether she was going

aight to the point conc

here is me to be considered! W

d at him me

in athletics. Your head looks all right; it indicates brains

?" asked Donald, with more than

totally strange country to learn a language foreign to him, and, and, with the same books and the same chances, to beat you at your own game. You and every other boy in your classes ought to th

ell to talk," sa

equal heat. "There are half a dozen Japs in my classes but no one

if you beat the leading Jap in

all sorts of foolishness that is not doing you any good in any particular way. Bet you are developing nerves smoking cigarettes. You are not concentrating. Oka Sayye is not thinking of a thing except the triumph of proving

know when I've had such a tidy little fight with a girl, and I don't enjoy feeling that I have been worsted. I propose a

oring that way and would care to call,

or. "Can't a fellow come and fight with you without b

t the fight we have coming will in all probability be such a pitched battle that when I go over the top, you won't ever care to follow me and star

m coming Saturday to fight, and I don't think Mother will take any greater interest in

and proceeding in the direction of her own classrooms. There was a brilliant spar

on-sense shoes, And you ma

meditated talk the "Junior Freak," as he mentally denominated her, had ma

l day he kept on wondering, when he was not st

common-sense shoes. What she was thinking was of every flaying, scathing, solidly based argument she could produce the following Saturday to spur Donald Whiting in some way to surpass Oka Sayye. His chance remark that morning, as they stood near each other waiting a few minutes in the hall, had ended in his aski

oled, and even patched, when there was money enough for Eileen to have many pairs of expensive laced boots, walking shoes, and fancy slippers? She was sure she was right in wearing dresses suitable for school, but was it right that she must wear them until they were sunfaded, stained, and disreputable? Was it right that Eileen should occupy their father and mother's s

at she had said to Donald Whiting about conquering her horror for a motor car. Linda turned in at the walk leading to her home, but she passed the front entrance and followed around to the side. As she went she could hear voices in the living room and she knew that Eileen was entertaining some of her many friends; for Eileen was that peculiar creature known as a social butterfly. Each day

your only child. Do you notice a 'lean

oring eyes to

a little while to dinner, and there's company tonight, so had

be anything 'jarvis

Gilman is here and two friends of Ei

id Linda. "I want th

arch of tropical foliage, between blazing walls of brilliant flower f

oposal to dismantle the library and dispose of the cars. She had told Eileen that she might take the touring car and do as she pleased with it. For her share she wanted her father's roadster, and she meant to have it. She took the same firm stand conc

had been horror-stricken when the car containing their father and mother and their adjoining neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Thorne, driven by Marian Thorne, the playmate and companion from childhood of the Strong girls, had become

efully and then, her face very white and her hands trembling, she climbed into it and slowly and mechanically went through the motions of starting it. For another intent period she sat with her hands on the steering gear, staring straight ahead, and then she sai

rd, rest her head upon the steering wheel and fight to keep down dee

l and her heart was honest. She was quite willing that Eileen should: exercise her rights as head of the family, that she should take the precedence to which she was entitled by her four years' seniority, that she should spend the money which accrued monthly from their father's estate as she saw fit, up to a certain point. That point was where things ceased to be fair or to be just. If there had been money to do no more for Eileen than had been done for Linda, it would not have been in Linda's heart to utter a complaint. She could have worn scuffed shoes

fore whom she wished to make a nice appearance Linda had been impressed either to wait on the table or to help in the kitchen in order that Katy might attend the dining room, so Linda understood what was wanted when Katy called her. She ran her fingers over the s

nd ran like a clock, and if you were cleaned and oiled and put in proper shape, there's no reason in the world why I should not drive you again, as I have driven you hundreds of miles when Daddy was

loor, she locked the door

the programme?" she inquir

, so Katy had joined forces with the Doctor in surreptitiously doing everything her warm Irish heart prompted to prevent Linda from feeling neglected. Her quick eyes saw the traces of tears on Linda's face, and she instantly knew that the trip the

T go smoothly? Katy, do you think the roof would blow stra

," said Katy with a chuckle, "but I do think its stayin

ve knowledge on the subject pretty immediately. I don't feel equal to starting any domestic santana to

mite I'm blaming you

at it's only fair things in this ho

nda as she stood beside the stov

didn't say,"

denly. She slammed down a

an be. What makes me the maddest about it is that John Gilman will let Eileen take him by the nose and le

e know how your father loved him and trusted him and gave him charge of all his busi

ng, threadbare young lawyer Marian was welcome to him, and they had grand times together. The minute he won the big Bailey suit and came into public no

an is taking it without a struggle. She is not l

ely say: 'If John has discovered that he likes Eileen the better, why, that is all right; but there wouldn't be a

great understanding, there weren't no question of whether he could do for her what her father and mither had been doing, nor of how much he had to earn before they would be able to begin life together. They just caught hands and hot-footed it to the prast

p under, and then if anybody tries to take my man I'll have the right to go on t

y closed the doors, and brought on the delicacies she had hidden for Linda and

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