Katy's a rock, and you're a
rock, and Donald is a rock, and Marian's a rock, and I am resting
securely on all of you. I wish my father knew that in addition
to Marian and Katy I have found two more such wonderful friends."
"And what about Henry Anderson?" inquired Peter. "Aren't you
going to include him?"
Linda walked over to the chair in which she intended to seat
herself.
"Peter," she said, "I wish you hadn't asked me that."
Peter's figure tensed suddenly.
"Look here, Linda," he said sternly, "has that rather bold
youngster made himself in any way offensive to you?"
"Not in any way that I am not perfectly capable of handling
myself," said Linda. She looked at Peter confidently.
"Do you suppose," she said, "that I can sit down in this thing
without ruining it? Shouldn't I really stand up while I am
wearing it?"
Peter laughed unrestrainedly.
"Linda, you're simply delicious," he said. "It seems to me that
I have seen young ladies in like case reach round and gather the
sash to one side and smooth out the skirt as they sit."
"Thank you, Peter, of course that would be the way," said Linda.
"This being my first, I'm lacking in experience."
And thereupon she sat according to direction; while Peter sat
opposite her.
"Now finish. Just one word more about Henry Anderson," he said.
"Are you perfectly sure there is nothing I need do for you in
that connection?"
"Oh, perfectly," said Linda lightly.
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