"
"Fine!" said Peter. "Take your time and become extremely
confidential, because the more I look at the location and the
more I hear the gay chuckling song that that water sings, the
more I am in love with your plan to run it across the lawn and
bring it around the boulder."
"It would be a downright sin not to have that water in a
convenient place for your children to play in, Peter," said
Linda.
"Then that's all settled," said Peter. "Now, Whiting, come this
way and we'll see whether I can suggest anything that will help
you with your problem."
"Whistle when you are ready, Donald," called Linda as she turned
away.
Peter Morrison glanced after her a second, and then he led Donald
Whiting to a nail keg in the garage and impaled that youngster on
the mental point of a mental pin and studied him as carefully as
any scientist ever studied a rare specimen. When finally he let
him go, his mental comment was: "He's a mighty fine kid. Linda
is perfectly safe with him."
CHAPTER XV. Linda's Hearthstone
Early the following week Linda came from school one evening to
find a load of sand and a heap of curiously marked stones beside
the back door.
"Can it possibly be, Katy," she asked, "that those men are
planning to begin work on my room so soon? I am scared out of
almost seven of my five senses. I had no idea they would be
ready to begin work until after I had my settlement with Eileen
or was paid for the books.
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