for a dream. It's
rather difficult to build a dream house for a dream lady, so I don't
know what kind of a fist I am going to make of it."

Linda sat down on a boulder and contemplated her shoes for a minute.
Then she raised her ever-shifting, eager, young eyes to Peter, and it
seemed to him as he looked into them that there were little gold lights
flickering at the bottom of their darkness.

"Why, that's just as easy," she said. "A home is merely a home. It
includes a front porch and a back porch and a fireplace and a bathtub
and an ice chest and a view and a garden around it; all the rest is
incidental. If you have more money, you have more incidentals. If you
don't have so much, you use your imagination and think you have just as
much on less."

"Now, I wonder," said Peter, "when I find my dream lady, if she will
have an elastic imagination."

"Haven't you found her yet?" asked Linda casually.

"No," said Peter, "I haven't found her, and unfortunately she hasn't
found me. I have had a strenuous time getting my start in life. It's
mostly a rush from one point of interest to another, dropping at
any wayside station for refreshment and the use of a writing table.
Occasionally I have seen a vision that I have wanted to follow, but I
never have had time. So far, the lady of this house is even more of a
dream than the house."

"Oh, well, don't worry," said Linda comfortingly. "The world is full of
the nicest girls. When you get ready for a gracious lady I'll find you
one that will have an India-rubber imagination and a great big loving
heart and Indian-hemp apron strings so that half a dozen babies can
swing from them."

Morrison turned to Henry Anderson.

"You hear, Henry?" he said. "I'm destined to have a large family. You
must curtail your plans for the workroom and make that big room back of
it into a nursery."

"Well, what I am going to do," said Henry Anderson, "is to build a place
suitable for your needs. If any dream woman comes to it, she will have
to fit herself to her environment."

Linda frowned.

"Now, that isn't a bit nice of you," she said, "and I don't believe
Peter will pay the slightest attention to you. He'll let me make you
build a lovely room for the love of his heart, and a great big bright
nursery on the sunny side for his small people."

"I never believed," said Henry Anderson, "in counting your chickens
before they are hatched. There are a couple of acres around Peter's
house, and