CHAPTER V.The Smoke of Battle.
Then Linda walked down the hall, climbed the front stairs, and presented herself at Eileen's door, there to receive one of the severest shocks of her young life.

Eileen had tossed her 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 evening or whether she must take it down and redress it.

At Linda's step in the doorway she turned a smiling face upon her and cried: "Hello, little sister, come in and tell me the news." Linda stopped as if dazed.

The wonderment in which she looked at Eileen was stamped all over her.

A surprised braid of hair hung over one of her shoulders.