Eileen was coming down the stairs, dressed for the street.

She had inquired for Linda, and Katy had told her that she thought Miss Linda had decided to begin using her car, and that she was in the garage working on it.

To Eileen's credit it may be said that she had not been told that a caller was expected.

Linda never before had had a caller and, as always, Eileen was absorbed in her own concerns.

Had she got the rouge a trifle brighter on one cheek than on the other?
Was the powder evenly distributed?
Would the veil hold the handmade curls in exactly the proper place?
When the bell rang her one thought might have been that some of her friends were calling for her.
She opened the door, and when she learned that Linda was being asked for, it is possible that she mistook the clean, interesting, and well-dressed youngster standing before her for a mechanic.