six o'clock Saturday morning
Katy fully realized that Linda was still her child , with no thought in her mind save standing at the head of her classes , carrying on the work she had begun with her father , keeping up her nature study , and getting the best time she could out of life in the open as she had been taught to do from her cradle . Katy had not the slightest intention of opening her lips to say one word that might put any idea into the head of her beloved child , but she saw no reason why she herself should not harbor all the ideas she pleased . Whereupon , actuated by a combination of family pride , love , ambition in her chosen profession , Katy made ready to see that on the morrow the son of Frederick Whiting should be properly nourished on his outing with Linda . At six o'clock Saturday morning Linda ran the Bear Cat to the back door , where she and Katy packed it . Before they had finished , Donald Whiting came down the sidewalk , his cheeks flushed with the exercise of walking , his eyes bright with anticipation , his cause forever won -- in case he had a cause -- with Katy , because she liked the wholesome , hearty manner in which he greeted Linda , and she was dumbfounded when he held out his hand to her and said laughingly : `` Blessed among women , did you put in a fine large consignment of orange punch ? '' `` No , '' said Katy , `` I 'll just tell ye flat-footed there ai n't going to be any punch , but , young sir , you 're eshcortin ' a very capable young lady , and do n't ye bewail the punch , because ye might be complimenting your face with something ye would like a hape better . '' `` Ca n't be done , Katy , '' cried Donald .