In memory of hundreds of times that we have eaten bread and milk, make it a banquet, Katy, and we'll eat bread and milk tomorrow." Then she took the stairway at a bound, and ran to her room.

In a very short time she emerged, clad in a clean blouse and breeches' her climbing boots, her black hair freshly brushed and braided.
"I ought to have something," said Linda, "to shade my eyes.

The glare's hard on them facing the sun." Going down the hall she came to the storeroom, opened a drawer' and picked out a fine black felt Alpine hat that had belonged to her father.
She carried it back to her room and, standing at the glass, tried it on, pulling it down on one side, turning it up at the other, and striking a deep cleft across the crown.

She looked at herself intently for a minute, and then she reached up and deliberately loosened the hair at her temples.
"Not half bad, all things considered, Linda," she said.

"But, oh, how you do need a tich of color." She ran down the hall and opened the door to Eileen's room, and going to her chiffonier, pulled out a drawer containing an array of gloves, veils, and ribbons.