He was older than Linda, and he was
thinking swiftly, intently.
"Yes, kid," he said with utmost corroboration, "yes, kid, she
stopped you, but I can't see that it was necessary literally to
scare the life out of you till she had you at the point where you
were thinking of taking off from a mountain or into the sea. Did
you really mean that, Linda?"
Linda relaxed suddenly. She sank back into the deeply padded
seat of the Bear Cat. A look of fright and entreaty swept into
her dark eyes.
"Yes, Peter, I did mean it," she said with finality. "I couldn't
have lived if I had hurt Marian irreparably. She has been hurt
so much already. And, Peter, it was awfully nice of you to wait
about reading these letters. Even if she only did it for a joke,
I think Marian would rather that you had not read them. Now I'll
go back home and begin to work in earnest on the head piece of
'How to Grow Good Citizens.' And I quite agree with you, Peter,
that the oath of allegiance, citizenship, and the title to a
piece of real estate are the prime requisites. People have no
business comma to our country to earn money that they intend to
carry away to invest in the development and the strengthening of
some other country that may some day be our worst enemy. I have
not found out yet how to say it in a four-by-twelve-inch strip,
but by the time I have read the article aloud to my skylight
along about ten tonight I'll get an inspiration; I am sure I
shall.
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