Have I been such a weak worm that it hasn't ever occurred to you that I might want to try a plain, everyday pair of wings sometime myself ?" Eileen's face was an ugly red, her hands were shaking, her voice was unnatural, but she controlled her temper.
"Of course," she said, "I have always known that the time would come, after you finished school and were of a proper age, when you would want to enter society." "No, you never knew anything of the kind," said Linda bluntly, "because I have not the slightest ambition to enter society either now or then.
All I am asking is to enter the high school in a commonly decent, suitable dress; to enter our dining room as a daughter; to enter a workroom decently equipped for my convenience.

You needn't be surprised if you hear some changes going on in the billiard room and see some changes going on in the library.

And if I feel that I can muster the nerve to drive the runabout, it's my car, it's up to me." "Linda!" wailed Eileen, "how can you think of such a thing?
You wouldn't dare." "Because I haven't dared till the present is no reason why I should deprive myself of every single pleasure in life," said Linda.

"You spend your days doing exactly what you please; driving that runabout for Father was my one soul-satisfying diversion.

Why shouldn't I do the thing I love most, if I can muster the nerve ?" Linda arose, and walking over to a table, picked up a magazine lying among some small packages that Eileen evidently had placed there on entering her room.
"Are you subscribing to this ?" she asked.
She turned in her hands and leafed through the pages of a most attractive magazine, Everybody's Home.