And think what a joyful time I'll have,
gathering specimens for you of every pretty water plant that
grows in my particular canyon. Any time when you're busy in your
library and you hear my car puffing up the incline and around the
corner and rattling across the bridge, you'll know that I am down
here giving you a start of watercress and miners' lettuce and
every lovely thing you could mention that likes to be nibbled or
loved-up, while it dabbles its toes in the water."
Peter Morrison looked at Linda reflectively. He looked for such
a long moment that Henry Anderson reached a nebulous conclusion.
"Fine!" he cried. "Every one of those suggestions is valuable to
an inexperienced man. Morrison, shan't I make a note of them?"
"Yes, Henry, you shall," said Peter. "I am going to push this
thing as fast as possible, so far as building the garage is
concerned and getting settled in it. After that I don't care if
I live on this spot until we know each other by the inch, before
I begin building my home. At the present minute it appeals to me
that 'home' is about the best word in the language of any nation.
I have a feeling that what I build here is going to be my home,
very possibly the only one I shall ever have. We must find the
spot on which the Lord intended that a house should grow on this
hillside, and then we must build that house so that it has a room
suitable for a workshop in which I may strive, under the best
conditions possible, to get my share of the joy of life and to
earn the money that I shall require to support me and entertain
my friends; and that sounds about as selfish as anything possibly
could.
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