And I have a couple of other interests in life that are going to--I won't say make up for your absence, because nothing could do that--but they are going to give me something interesting to think about, something agreeable to work at, while you are gone.

But, oh, Marian, do hurry.

Work all day and part of the night.

Be Saturday's child yourself if you must, just so you get home quick, and where your white head makes a beacon light for the truest, lovingest pal you will ever have, LINDA.
Linda laid down the pen, slid down in her chair, and looked from the window across the valley, and she wondered if in her view lay the location that had been purchased by Peter Morrison.

She glanced back at her letter and sat looking at the closing lines and the signature.
"Much good that will do her," she commented.