Every stroke came true and strong.

Every idea seemed original and unusual.

Quite as late as a light ever had shone in her window, it shone that night, the last thing she did being to write another anonymous letter to Marian, and when she reread it Linda realized that it was an appealing letter.

She thought it certainly would comfort Marian and surely would make her feel that someone worth while was interested in her and in her work.

She loved some of the whimsical little touches she had put into it, and she wondered if she had made it so much like Peter Morrison that it would be suggestive of him to Marian.