Chapter 10

"Don't mark any of our friends," began Linda. "How can I tell whom I may choose. It's fair for everybody. Come; do you promise to abide by it--you two?" They promised doubtfully. "So do I, then," said Sacharissa. "Hurry up and blindfold me, somebody. The bus will be here in half an hour, and you know how father acts when kept waiting." Linda tied her eyes with a handkerchief, gave her a pencil and seated herself on an arm of the chair watching the pencil hovering over the pages of the Social Register which her sist…