You sit where you belong." Whereupon Linda dropped into the first vacant seat she could reach, but it was only a few moments before Peter Morrison, looking up from the plans he was studying, saw her, and lifting his hat, beckoned her to come and sit with him.

They made room for her between them and spreading the paper across her lap, all three of them began to discuss the plans for the foundation for Peter's house.

Anderson had roughly outlined the grounds, sketching in the trees that were to be saved, the spring, and the most available route for reaching the road.

The discussion was as to where the road should logically enter the grounds, and where the garage should stand.
"Which reminds me," said Linda--"haven't you your car with you?
Or was that a hired one you were touring in ?" "Mine," said Peter Morrison, "but we toured so far, it's in the shop for a general overhauling today." "That being the case," said Linda, "walk home with me and I'll take you to your place in mine and bring you back to the cars, if you only want to stay an hour or two." "Why, that would be fine," said Peter.

"You didn't mention, the other evening, that you had a car." "No," said Linda, "I had been trying to keep cars out of my thought for a long time, but I could endure it no longer the other day, so I got mine out and tuned it up.