Positively he's hectically youthful today.

What do you know about that ?" Then he hurried on to overtake the crowd of boys he had left, Linda's heart was racing in her breast.
Turning, she re-entered the school building, and taking a telephone directory she hunted an address, and then, instead of going to the car line that took her to Lilac Valley she went to the address she had looked up.

With a pencil she wrote a few lines on a bit of scratch paper in one of her books.

That note opened a door and admitted her to the presence of a tall, lean, gray-haired man with quick, blue-gray eyes and lips that seemed capable of being either grave or gay on short notice.
With that perfect ease which Linda had acquired through the young days of her life in meeting friends of her father, she went to the table beside which this man was standing and stretched out her hand.
"Judge Whiting ?" she asked.
"Yes," said the Judge.
"I am Linda Strong, the younger daughter of Alexander Strong.

I think you knew my father." "Yes," said the Judge, "I knew him very well indeed, and I have some small acquaintance with his daughter through very interesting reports that my son brings home." "Yes, it is about Donald that I came to see you," said Linda.
If she had been watching as her father would have watched, Linda would have seen the slight uplift of the Judge's figure, the tensing of his muscles, the narrowing of his eyes in the swift, speculative look he passed over her from the crown of her bare, roughened black head down the gold-brown of her dress to her slender, well-shod feet.