"I'll have to burn some midnight oil, but I can visualize the bridge." "And is this house where you 'set up your rest,' as you so beautifully said the other night at dinner, going to lay its corner stone and grow to its roof a selfish house, or is it going to be generous enough for a gracious lady and a flight of little footsteps ?" Peter Morrison took off his hat.

He turned his face toward the length of Lilac Valley and stood, very tall and straight, looking far away before him.

Presently he looked down at Linda.
"Even so," he said softly.

"My shoulders are broad enough; I have a brain; and I am not afraid to work.

If my heart is not quite big enough yet, I see very clearly how it can be made to expand." "I have been told," said Linda in a low voice, "that Mary Louise Whiting is a perfect darling." Peter looked at her from the top of her black head to the tips of her brown shoes.