Her hands were surprised, and the skirt of her dress, and her shoes flatly set on the floor.
"Well, I'll be darned!" she ejaculated, and then walked to where she could face Eileen, and seated herself without making any attempt to conceal her amazement.
"Linda," said Eileen sweetly, "you would stand far better chance of being popular and making a host of friends if you would not be so coarse.

I am quite sure you never heard Mama or me use such an expression." For one long instant Linda was too amazed to speak.

Then she recovered herself.
"Look here, Eileen, you needn't try any 'perfect lady' business on me," she said shortly.

"Do you think I have forgotten the extent of your vocabulary when the curling iron gets too hot or you fail to receive an invitation to the Bachelors' Ball ?" Linda never had been capable of understanding Eileen.

At that minute she could not know that Eileen had been facing facts through the long hours of the night and all through the day, and that she had reached the decision that for the future her only hope of working Linda to her will was to conciliate her, to ignore the previous night, to try to put their relationship upon the old basis by pretending that there never had been a break.