CHAPTER X.Katy to the Rescue.
Linda delivered Donald Whiting at his door with an armload of books and a bundle of miners' lettuce and then drove to her home in Lilac Valley--in the eye of the beholder on the floor-level macadam road; in her own eye she scarcely grazed it.

The smooth, easy motion of the car, the softly purring engine were thrilling.

The speed at which she was going was like having wings on her body.

The mental stimulus she had experienced in concentrating her brain on Donald Whiting's problem had stimulated her imagination.

The radiant color of spring; the chilled, perfumed, golden air; the sure sense of having found a friend, had ruffled the plumes of her spirit.