of home making. When they were
tired out they went back to the dining room and after resting a time,
they made a supper from the remnants of their dinner. When they were
seated in the car and Linda's hand was on the steering wheel, Donald
reached across and covered it with his own.

"Wait a bit," he said. "Before we leave here I want to ask you a
question and I want you to make me a promise."

"All right," said Linda. "What's your question?"

"What is there," said Donald, "that I can do that would give you such
pleasure as you have given me?"

Linda could jest on occasions, but by nature she was a serious person.
She looked at Donald reflectively.

"Why, I think," she said at last, "that having a friend, having someone
who understands and who cares for the things I do, and who likes to go
to the same places and to do the same things, is the biggest thing that
has happened to me since I lost my father. I don't see that you are in
any way in my debt, Donald."

"All right then," said the boy, "that brings me to the promise I want
you to make me. May we always have our Saturdays together like this?"

"Sure!" said Linda, "I would be mightily pleased. I'll have to work
later at night and scheme, maybe. By good rights Saturday belongs to me
anyway because I am born Saturday's child."

"Well, hurrah for Saturday! It always was a grand old day," said Donald,
"and since I see what it can do in turning out a girl like you, I've got
a better opinion of it than ever. We'll call that settled. I'll always
ask you on Friday at what hour to come, and hereafter Saturday is ours."

"Ours it is," said Linda.

Then she put the Bear Cat through the creek and on the road and, driving
swiftly as she dared, ran to Lilac Valley and up to Peter Morrison's
location.

She was amazed at the amount of work that had been accomplished. The
garage was finished. Peter's temporary work desk and his cot were in it.
A number of his personal belongings were there. The site for his house
had been selected and the cellar was being excavated.

Linda descended from the Bear Cat and led Donald before Peter.

"Since you're both my friends," she said, "I want you to know each
other. This is Donald Whiting, the Senior I told you about, Mr.
Morrison. You know you said you would help him if you could."

"Certainly," said Peter. "I am very glad to know any friend of yours,
Miss Linda. Come over to my workroom and let's hear about this."

"Oh, go and t