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The Cap Sheaf.
Toward the last of the week Linda began to clear the mental decks of her ship of life in order that she might have Saturday free for her promised day with Donald.

She had decided that they would devote that day to wave-beaten Laguna.

It was a long drive but delightful.

It ran over the old King's Highway between miles of orange and lemon orchards in full flower, bordered by other miles of roses in their prime.
Every minute when her mind was not actively occupied with her lessons or her recipes Linda was dreaming of the King's Highway.