I even heard that wonderful serving
woman, whom they so familiarly speak of as 'Katy,' chiding Peter
Morrison for allowing Linda to take her typewriter to him and do
her own work with a pen. And because Miss Linda seems so
greathearted and loving with her friends, I was rather glad to
hear his explanation that they were merely changing machines for
the time being for a very particular reason of their own."
"Do you mean," asked Marian, "that you think there is anything
more than casual friendship between Linda and Peter Morrison?"
"Not on her part," answered Eugene Snow. "Anybody can see that
she is a child deeply engrossed in all sorts of affairs uncommon
for a girl of her age and position. Her nice perceptions, her
wonderful loyalty to her friends, her loving thought for them,
are manifest in everything she says or does. If she ever makes
any mistakes they will be from the head, not from the heart. But
for the other end of the equation I could speak authoritatively.
Katy pointed out to me the fact that if I would watch Peter
Morrison in Miss Linda's presence, I should see that he adored
her. I did watch, and I did see that very thing. When I taxed
him about building a dream house for a dream woman, his eyes
crossed a plateau, leaped a brook, and started up the side of a
mountain. They did not rest until they had found Linda."
Marian sat so still that it seemed as if she were not even
breathing. In view of what Katy had said, and his few words with
Peter Morrison, Eugene Snow had felt justified in giving Marian a
hint as to what was going on in Lilac Valley.
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