Not a mile below the exit from Peter's grounds, Linda perceived a heavily laden person toiling down the roadway before her and when she ran her car abreast and stopped it, Henry Anderson looked up at her with joyful face.
"Sorry I can't uncover, fair lady," he said, "but you see I am very much otherwise engaged."What Linda saw was a tired, disheveled man standing in the roadway beside her car, under each arm a boulder the size of her head, one almost jet-black, shot through with lines of white and flying figures of white crossing between these bands that almost reminded one of winged dancers. The other was a combination stone made up of matrix thickly imbedded with pebbles of brown, green, pink, and dull blue.
"For pity's sake!" said Linda. "Where are you going and why are you personally demonstrating a new method of transporting rock?""I am on my way down Lilac Valley to the residence of a friend of mine," said Henry Anderson. "I heard her say the other day that she saved every peculiarly marked boulder she could find to preserve coolness and moisture in her fern bed."Linda leaned over and opened the car door.
"All well and good," she said; "but why in the cause of reason didn't you leave them at Peter's and bring them down in his car?"Henry Anderson laid the stones in the bottom of the car, stepped in and closed the door behind him. He drew a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his perspiring face and soiled hands.
"I had two sufficient personal reasons," he said. "One was that the car at our place is Peter Morrison's car, not mine; and the other was that it's none of anybody's business but my own if Ichoose to 'say it' with stones."Linda started the car, being liberal with gas--so liberal that it was only a few minutes till Henry Anderson protested.
"This isn't the speedway," he said. "What's your hurry?""Two reasons seem to be all that are allowed for things at the present minute," answered Linda. "One of mine is that you can't drive this beast slow, and the other is that my workroom is piled high with things I should be doing. I have two sketches I must complete while I am in the mood, and I have had a great big letter from my friend, Marian Thorne, today that I want to answer before I go to bed tonight.""In other words," said Henry Anderson bluntly, "you want me to understand that when I have reached your place and dumped these stones I can beat it; you have no further use for me.""You said that," retorted Linda.
"And who ever heard of such a thing," said Henry, "as a young woman sending away a person of my numerous charms and attractions in order to work, or to write a letter to another woman?""But you're not taking into consideration," said Linda, "that Imust work, and I scarcely know you, while I have known Marian ever since I was four years old and she is my best friend.""Well, she has no advantage over me" said Henry instantly, "because I have known you quite as long as Peter Morrison has at least, and I'm your official bug-catcher.""I had almost forgotten about the bugs," said Linda.
"Well, don't for a minute think I am going to give you an opportunity to forget," said Henry Anderson.
He reached across and laid his hand over Linda's on the steering gear. Linda said nothing, neither did she move. She merely added more gas and put the Bear Cat forward at a dizzy whirl.
Henry laughed.
"That's all right, my beauty," he said. "Don't you think for a minute that I can't ride as fast as you can drive."A dull red mottled Linda's cheeks. As quickly as it could be done she brought the Bear Cat to a full stop. Then she turned and looked at Henry Anderson. The expression in her eyes was disconcerting even to that cheeky young individual--he had not borne her gaze a second until he removed his hand.
"Thanks," said Linda in a dry drawl. "And you will add to my obligation if in the future you will remember not to deal in assumptions. I am not your 'beauty,' and I'm not anyone's beauty; while the only thing in this world that I am interested in at present is to get the best education I can and at the same time carry on work that I love to do. I have a year to finish my course in the high school and when I finish I will only have a good beginning for whatever I decide to study next.""That's nothing," said the irrepressible Henry. "It will take me two years to catch a sufficient number of gold bugs to be really serious, but there wouldn't be any harm in having a mutual understanding and something definite to work for, and then we might be able, you know, to cut out some of that year of high-school grinding. If the plans I have submitted in the Nicholson and Snow contest should just happen to be the prize winners, that would put matters in such a shape for young Henry that he could devote himself to crickets and tumble-bugs at once.""Don't you think," said Linda quietly, "that you would better forget that silly jesting and concentrate the best of your brains on improving your plans for Peter Morrison's house?""Why, surely I will if that's what you command me to do," said Henry, purposely misunderstanding her.
