He had
thought that he would wait until he received the first letter he
was to answer. If it gave him sufficient foundation in itself
for the answer, he would not be forced to search further. He had
smoked many pipes on this decision. After the visit of Mr. Snow,
Peter had seen a great light and had decided, from the mood and
the attitude of that gentleman after his interview with Katy,
that he very likely would be equal to any complication that might
arise when he reached San Francisco. Mulling over the situation
one day Peter said reflectively to the spring which was very busy
talking to him: "I am morally certain that this matter has
resolved itself into a situation that closely resembles the
bootblack's apple: 'they ain't goin' to be any core.' I am
reasonably certain that I never shall have a letter to answer.
In a few days probably I shall be able to turn back that packet
to Linda without having opened it."
To make up for the perturbation which had resulted in failure in
class and two weeks of work that represented her worst
appearances in high-school history, Linda, her mind freed from
the worry over Marian's plans, and her heart calmer over the
fiasco in trying to comfort her, devoted herself absorbingly to
her lessons and to the next magazine article that she must
finish. She had decided that it was time to write on the subject
of Indian confections. Her first spare minute she and Katy must
busy themselves working out the most delicious cactus candy
possible.
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