He represented something of culture, something of pride, a conformity to a nice custom and something more.

Linda was not a psychoanalyst.
She could not see a wonderful aura of exquisite color enveloping Peter.
But when Peter saw the girl approaching him, transformed into a woman whose shining coronet was jewelled with his living red rose, when he saw the beauty of her lithe slenderness clothed in a soft, flaming color, something emanated from his inner consciousness that Linda did see, and for an instant it disturbed her as she went forward holding out her hands.
"Peter," she said gaily, "do you know that this is my Day of Jubilee?
I am a woman today by law, Peter.

Hereafter I am to experience at least a moderate degree of financial freedom, and that I shall enjoy.

But the greatest thing in life is friends." Peter took both the hands extended to him and looked smilingly into her eyes.
"You take my breath," he said.

"I knew, the first glimpse I ever had of you scrambling from the canyon floor, that this transformation COULD take place.