He thinks you have wonderful taste, Katy." Katy threw up both her hands.
"Oh, my Lord, lambie!" she cried, aghast.

"Was you telling' him that the dress ye were wearing' was a present from your old cook ?" "Why, certainly I was," said Linda, wide eyed with astonish meet.

"Why shouldn't I?
I was proud to.

And now, old dear, before I go, the biggest secret of all.

I had a letter, Katy, from the editor of Everybody's Home, and people like our articles, Katy; they are something now and folk are letting the editor know about it, and he wants all I can send him.