Snow where they had
lunched, when she found the plans, how she had brought out the
coat, where she had emptied the mouse nest. Then she stepped
from the car and hallooed for Peter. Peter came hurrying from
the garage, and Eugene Snow was swift in his mental inventory.
It coincided exactly with Linda's. He would have been willing to
join hands with Peter and start around the world, quite convinced
of the fairness of the outcome, with no greater acquaintance than
one intent look at Peter, one grip of his sure hand. After that
he began to act on Katy's hint, and in a very short time he had
convinced himself that she was right. Maybe Peter tried to
absorb himself in the plans he was going over, in the house he
was proud to show the great architect; but it seemed to the man
he was entertaining that his glance scarcely left Linda, that he
was so preoccupied with where she went and what she did that he
was like a juggler keeping two mental balls in the air at the
same time.
It seemed to Peter a natural thing that, the architect being in
the city on business, he should run out to call on Miss Thorne's
dearest friend It seemed to him equally natural that Linda should
bring him to see a house in which she was so kindly interesting
herself. And just when Peter was most dexterous in his juggling,
just when he was trying to explain the very wonderful
step-saving' time-saving, rational kitchen arrangements and at
the same time watch Linda on her course down to the spring, the
architect halted him with a jerk.
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