do is to keep it up, and in
order to keep it up, to make each letter fresh and original, you will
have to do a good deal of sticking around Peter Morrison's location and
absorbing rather thoroughly the things he says. Peter doesn't know he is
writing those letters but he is in them till it's a wonder Marian does
not hear him drawl and see the imps twisting his lips as she reads them.
Before I write another single one I'll go see Peter. Maybe he will have
that article written. I'll take a pencil, and as he reads I'll jot down
the salient points and then I'll come home and work out a head and tail
piece for him to send in with it, and in that way I'll ease my soul
about the skylight and the fireplace."

So Linda took pad and pencils, raided Katy for everything she could find
that was temptingly edible, climbed into the Bear Cat, and went to see
Peter as frankly as she would have crossed the lawn to visit Marian.
He was not in the garage when she stopped her car before it, but the
workmen told her that he had strolled up the mountain and that probably
he would return soon. Learning that he had been gone but a short time
Linda set the Bear Cat squalling at the top of its voice. Then she took
possession of the garage, and clearing Peter's worktable spread upon it
the food she had brought, and then started out to find some flowers for
decorations. When Peter came upon the scene he found Linda, flushed and
brilliant eyed, holding before him a big bouquet of alder bloom, the
last of the lilacs she had found in a cool, shaded place, pink filaree,
blue lupin, and white mahogany panicles. "Peter," she cried. "you can't
guess what I have been doing!"

Peter glanced at the flowers.

"Isn't it obvious?" he inquired.

"No, it isn't," said Linda, "because I am capable of two processes at
once. The work of my hands is visible; with it I am going to decorate
your table. You won't have to go down to the restaurant for your supper
tonight because I have brought my supper up to share with you, and after
we finish, you're going to read me your article as you have rewritten
it. I am going to decorate it and we are going to make a hit with it
that will be at least a start on the road to greater fame. What you see
is material. You can pick it up, smell it, admire it and eat it. But
what I have truly been doing is setting Spanish iris for yards down one
side of the bed of your stream. When I left it was a foot and a half
high Peter, and eve