"Take your time and become extremely confidential, because the more I look at the location and the more I hear the gay chuckling song that that water sings, the more I am in love with your plan to run it across the lawn and bring it around the boulder." "It would be a downright sin not to have that water in a convenient place for your children to play in, Peter," said Linda.
"Then that's all settled," said Peter.

"Now, Whiting, come this way and we'll see whether I can suggest anything that will help you with your problem." "Whistle when you are ready, Donald," called Linda as she turned away.
Peter Morrison glanced after her a second, and then he led Donald Whiting to a nail keg in the garage and impaled that youngster on the mental point of a mental pin and studied him as carefully as any scientist ever studied a rare specimen.

When finally he let him go, his mental comment was: "He's a mighty fine kid.

Linda is perfectly safe with him.".