"
"You'd better save yourself a disappointment," said Linda
soberly. "You will be starting to college this fall, and when
you do you will be gone nine months out of the year, and I am
fairly sure your father wouldn't think shipping a Bear Cat back
and forth a good investment, or furnishing you one to take to
school with you. He would fear you would never make a grade that
would be a credit to him if he did."
"My!" laughed Donald, "you've got a long head on your shoulders!"
"When you're thrown on your own for four of the longest,
lonesomest years of your life, you learn to think," said Linda
soberly.
She was touching the beginning of Los Angeles traffic. Later she
was on the open road again. The mists were thinning and lifting.
The perfume was not so heavy. The sheeted whiteness of the
orange groves was broken with the paler white of plum merging
imperceptibly into the delicate pink of apricot and the stronger
pink of peach, and there were deep green orchards of smooth waxen
olive foliage and the lacy-leaved walnuts. Then came the citrus
orchards again, and all the way on either hand running with them
were almost uninterrupted miles of roses of every color and kind,
and everywhere homes ranging from friendly mansions, all written
over in adorable flower color with the happy invitation, "Come in
and make yourself at home," to tiny bungalows along the wayside
crying welcome to this gay pair of youngsters in greetings
fashioned from white and purple wisteria, gold bignonia, every
rose the world knows, and myriad brilliant annual and perennial
flower faces gathered from the circumference of the tropical
globe and homing enthusiastically on the King's Highway.
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