"It's fine to have you like me.

Awfully proud of myself." "You have two members of our family at your feet," said Donald soberly as he handed her packages from the box.

"My dad is beginning to discourse on you with such signs of intelligence that I am almost led to believe, from some of his wildest outbursts, that he has had some personal experience in some way." "And why not ?" asked Linda lightly.

"Haven't I often told you that my father constantly went on fishing and hunting trips, that he was a great collector of botanical specimens, that he frequently took his friends with him?
You might ask your father if he does not recall me as having fried fish and made coffee and rendered him camp service when I was a slip of a thing in the dawn of my teens." "Well, he didn't just mention it," said Donald, "but I can easily see how it might have been." After they had finished one of Katy's inspired lunches, in which a large part of the inspiration had been mental on Linda's part and executive on Katy's, they climbed rock faces, skirted wave-beaten promontories, and stood peering from overhanging cliffs dipping down into the fathomless green sea, where the water boiled up in turbulent fury.

Linda pointed out the rocks upon which she would sit, if she were a mermaid, to comb the seaweed from her hair.