Eugene Snow, that you're
enough of a wizard to examine this house and to satisfy yourself
as to whether it's an infringement of your plans or not, without
letting Peter know the things about it that would spoil it for
him?"
Eugene Snow reached across and closed a hand over the one of
Linda's nearest him on the steering wheel.
"You very decent kid, you," he said appreciatively. "I certainly
am enough of a wizard to save your Peter man any disillusionment
concerning his dream house."
"Oh, but he is not my Peter man," said Linda. "We are only the
best friends in the world. Really and truly, if you can keep a
secret, he's Marian's."
"Is he?" asked Mr. Snow interestedly. And then he added very
casually, in the most offhand manner--he said it more to an
orange orchard through which they were passing than he said it to
Linda--"I have very grave doubts about that. I think there must
be some slight complication that will have to be cleared up."
Linda's heart gave a great jump of consternation.
"Indeed no," she said emphatically. "I don't think he has just
told Marian yet, but I am very sure that he cares for her more
than for any other woman, and I am equally sure she cares for
him; and nothing could be more suitable."
"All right then," agreed Mr. Snow.
Linda put the Bear Cat at the mountain, crept around the road,
skirted the boulders, and stopped halfway to the garage. And
there, in a low tone, she indicated to Mr.
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