If the plans I have submitted in the Nicholson and Snow contest should just happen to be the prize winners, that would put matters in such a shape for young Henry that he could devote himself to crickets and tumble-bugs at once." "Don't you think," said Linda quietly, "that you would better forget that silly jesting and concentrate the best of your brains on improving your plans for Peter Morrison's house ?" "Why, surely I will if that's what you command me to do," said Henry, purposely misunderstanding her.
"You haven't mentioned before," said Linda, "that you had submitted plans in that San Francisco contest." "All done and gone," said Henry Anderson lightly.

"I had an inspiration one day and I saw a way to improve a house with comforts and conveniences I never had thought of before.

I was enthusiastic over the production when I got it on paper and figured it.

It's exactly the house that I am going to build for Peter, and when I've cut my eye teeth on it I am going to correct everything possible and build it in perfection for you." "Look here," said Linda soberly, "I'm not accustomed to this sort of talk.

I don't care for it.